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it strikes several time a day —the dread— carves me out like a soft squash my torso becomes a vast painful cavity the will to live stares morosely down, frayed wires of puppet strings snap about my head the soul holds me paralyzed over the void lest I throw myself in      it is not my time I don’t remember how the episode passes I just know that it does and I am free to move again mechanical and numb through the day at least, for a few more hours
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Jan 30, 2023
Jan 30, 2023 at 5:13 AM UTC
the dread
it strikes several time a day —the dread— carves me out like a soft squash my torso becomes a vast painful cavity the will to live stares morosely down, frayed wires of puppet strings snap about my head the soul holds me paralyzed over the void lest I throw myself in      it is not my time I don’t remember how the episode passes I just know that it does and I am free to move again mechanical and numb through the day at least, for a few more hours
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Jan 30, 2023
Jan 30, 2023 at 5:13 AM UTC
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