...walls closing... broken mirrors... not up... or down... gravity... it's the sound of laugh...
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A long time ago, the simplicity of my thoughts began to dissolve... now, wired to the ground I can smell the delightful waves of mental perturbations, avoiding illness, confuse and reasons to kill yourself.
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