"Filled up my head with these pills, and the rest
are spilling on the ceiling and I'm reeling 'em in.
I ain't feeling. Ingest what I inject 'til I'm peeling my skin.
Healing what's concealed in the illness of breath.
YES. Willing my death."
That was up to your usual top top tier writing.
I thought the beginning wasn't as original or technically awe-inspiring as you usually write.
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Netcees 2025 Revivalist Movement Founder
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