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10/7

 Okay so I am sick. And I feel my brain a little deteriorative. I have a yearning for projects and activities. I have a penchant to be not who I am at present bodily state. Does the body rule the mind? or the mind rule the body? my moratorium state tells me to deny myself, be who I should if the circumstance is not. I am going crazy. The projects I can't think of, and that affections I use to give to my love is not as regarded or well-made, I am indebted. 

This is not me. I do not like being this. Sick. i am not even sickly sweet. I am sick like rot. I am rotting sickness. Griming death. Edging, teasing, climaxing faking death. I am of sullen mortem, a virtual rottingness. Fuck this shit I am not this shit.

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