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I think black mold is growing inside of me Creeps into my mouth and pores while I’m sleeping That must be why Always suffocating Breathless Keep swallowing coal Hope it’ll clean me out from the inside Maybe the constant nausea will lead to something Need to bleach it out Or maybe just go outside Instead of sitting on an island I don’t think anyone would call for a few days Work would call after a few hours but that’s part of the mold problem I’m hoping it’ll fix itself Won’t build resentment Wait it out for a few weeks Hope That this won’t **** me
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Jan 4
Jan 4, 2026 at 3:36 PM UTC
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I think black mold is growing inside of me Creeps into my mouth and pores while I’m sleeping That must be why Always suffocating Breathless Keep swallowing coal Hope it’ll clean me out from the inside Maybe the constant nausea will lead to something Need to bleach it out Or maybe just go outside Instead of sitting on an island I don’t think anyone would call for a few days Work would call after a few hours but that’s part of the mold problem I’m hoping it’ll fix itself Won’t build resentment Wait it out for a few weeks Hope That this won’t **** me
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Jan 4
Jan 4, 2026 at 3:36 PM UTC
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