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Nov 2013
being alive is like
watching a car crash
several dozens of times

debris caught in your eye
agonized shrieks of the drivers
and passengers alike
drowning your eardrums

there is no distraction
there is no exit
there is no aversion to the scene before you

wreckage seeping through your vision
Written by
why nope
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