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It’s like I’m standing on the edge of a cliff; almost about to fall but technically still safe
I’m breathing but still feel slightly dead
My feet are moving but I’m rotting in my bed
I write numbers on the paper but my amputated hand is full of dread
“But maybe it will come alive soon”
I chant,
Hoping the repetition will overlap this impending doom
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