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I've always liked dried apricots, that bitter tang against your tongue, yet it always seems not quite enough, as though I am willing to revere the apricot tang, yet hang my head in disappointment as I realise it is not sustained enough to be really significant or satisfying.

There are times when I can feel little insects clawing at me. I suppose it's just an itch, yet they seem alive, crawling over me, little feet peppering their way across my skin, occasionally nipping at me, they always seem to dig into you. You try to ignore them but they are stubbornly persistant, so your fingers scratch at them to go away, only in truth they are not there even if every sensation in your body keeps screaming that they do. Today they seem to be biting me though, and viciously too, those invisible insects that try to claw you to bits, if ever so slowly...