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Painkiller Alone in his room, smothered by an evening’s darkness with only the violent thrashing of a winter storm beating against the window pane for company, Simon Matthews lies back and loses himself in the soft comforts of his couch. Not for the first time in recent months, he succumbs to an overwhelming feeling of paralysis. For close on a year now, he’s been plagued with the cruel stabbings of lower back pain – pain that feels like it has been there a lot longer than the actual eleven months - but recently the pain’s severity has increased tenfold, managing to push his fragile self-esteem and moral to a new and darker depth. Looking at the neatly stacked pile of painkillers on the glass coffee table before him, Simon contemplates one of his more drastic decisions. Painkillers. The term itself made him laugh. Painkillers: killers of pain. Physical pain maybe - and only temporarily at that - but mental pain? No, I’m afraid not, despite his many attempts at attempting to contradict this. He’d started on the maximum strength Co-codamol |
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