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Stages (No. 1)

I have not won.

tho i am winning...

have not spiritually shifted from "terminal" to **** i beat it"

 

cuz there is still  

red blood on the battlefield...

and sometimes still  

white blinding pain and

grey exhaustion and confusion and

green pus and

brown ***** and

spasms and  

anguish and

golden diarrhea

and the

slate blue tone of

unrelenting totality...

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Written by
carla-marie
F / American
Published
Sep 17, 2025
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16·60
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This disease can go back to the hell from whence it came. I speak life.

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