Again I find I lack words, accurate words, for this "distinct" tar pit I feel submerged. This abyss of comfort/extreme agitation. I've forgotten what it's like to breathe, I define waste. I define idle. Brain sludge like mucus, halting my inspiration. Dull. I feel dull. Treat me like scum, scum is what I am, for submiting to something horrible.
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