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Jan 2023
Ah the stillness.
I start to feel it.
The strain it causes my joints
hurts the same
with the friction of motion.

Ah the strings.
They start to feel it.
The tension from the stillness
will force them
to break
like when it controls my limbs.



The strings eventually snap.

My arms turn limp.
My legs turn limp.
My neck turns limp.



The joints then soon cracked.


My arms fall off.
My legs fall off.

My head falls off.
Monika
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