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Whatever.
Buzzing in my head... digital fissures behind my eyes. Entertainment for you all. Click bait... You barely scratch the surface of who I am. Tonight I think about my death. Tonight I think about my life. Choices have come and gone, lives have been lost and found. I wish I could feel again....something. Anything. (This was a draft I guess I never published.)
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