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apathy is harder than it looks
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21.9.03
Night steadily slips away like the scent of a dairy farm while you drive by one in your car. The stench really didn't ever go away fully. Instead you grow partially accustomed to it and have it become part of you. The wafts of night blur into my consciousness as I drag myself back to my cave. I crumple myself pathetically into chair as if i was a piece of paper full of errors suitable for the wastebin. My heart collapses in on itself pushing my body full of blood injecting the sting of life again and again into my worthless body.
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