11 Feb in 2024

  • Feb. 11, 2024, 4:28 p.m.
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Face swollen/puffy. I lack stickability. Does watching TV soothe me? The noise. People. But it’s temporary. Fleeting. I’ll go for a walk and think about nothing more than the mechanical movement of my limbs and the pumping of my blood.
Days pass. And my life is counting down. And I have nothing to show for it.

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