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It happens when I finally retire to the soft folds of my bed at night. When I just let gravity take care of my physical and mental weights. They reek out from both sides under my body like climbers and vines creeping up in view. I have no choice but to face them. The negativity dares to climb upwards and form a network of their own, penetrating my tree of life. It’s then, that I just fall asleep, too tired to make any logical sense of any of it.