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Overwhelming sadness. It grips my stomach and squeezes. Squeezes hard.

I hurt, I assume, but I'm still not sure. The thoughts have wings and I can't touch them.

My head boils.

I should I should I shouldIshouldIshouldIshouldiSHOULD

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It's too much.

Too rapid. Too generated. Too artificial.

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Cool. Coolness. Cold. Coldness. Gold. Goldness.
I can't breathe.

Wake me. Please.

Why do you smile? It isn't a good thing that I am alive.

What I tried... should I tell? You don't want to hear. You don't want to comprehend.
Or do you?

Failing this time means that there needs to be a next time.


There will be a next time.
Why did you smile?

I will choke and burst before I die.