And he slept until he could sleep no more.

Except he didn't sleep. He was awake. But he wished he was sleeping. He wished he was at peace. He wished it were all over. And when we awoke it was all over. And nothingness came to greet him. And he regretted it.

And so he didn't sleep. And didn't wish he was sleeping. But wished that he could sleep sooner. But didn't sleep sooner, because he didn't doing anything to accomplish it. And he regretted it.

So he cried. And he cried. And he cried, until he could cry no more. And he cried himself to sleep. And when he awoke, it had only been an hour. And he could no longer sleep. And he regretted it.

And he regretted it. And regretted it. And regretted it, until he could regret no more. But he couldn't... so he slept, and regretted, and slept and regretted. And nothingness came to greet him. And so he slept with regret.

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//EDIT: And he didn't shave thereafter.