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Witnessing genocide. I feel sick. Distraught. I keep saving so much information. Overload. I’m tired of feeling scattered.
The pain to keep up with my mind spinning in circles. Simple distractions. Pleasure. Some notion of love to soften the edge.
The halo of each dreamer that speaks into the red being my guiding light through. The monstrosity bites, ca…
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