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Why won’t he? Why hasn’t she?
When will we?
Serotonin floods.
Sweets taste metallic and diabetic.
Pathology lurks.
It’s tendrils pulls me back into empty, dark corners.
Breathing accelerates then stills.
I’ve died a hundred times in my head.
The latest, blazing trigger’s you.
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