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apathy is harder than it looks
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25.8.03
i am basting now, cooking in my own juices. my guts have been torn from my chest cavity. soon they will be replaced with spices and bits of plain white bread. i used to be alive interacting with others, changing and growing, but now i am stagnant. no one left to change for, no reason to bend, to learn, here i sit: a shell, a testimony to the past. who killed me? no one. i died because i choose to. i no longer wanted to be a part of the system so i let it roll over me like a wave and absorb me into oblivion.
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