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Apr 2020
Ripping out cords of my own muscle,
I don't want to feel like this.

Tissues aflame with agony, and
I can't do anything about it

My lungs are breathing air, but somehow it's hollow?

How did I get here?

I stare blandly at my reflection.

"Make use of suffering."

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