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[thebetterofme]

I can't eat. I put food in my mouth and it tastes like sand, and goes down like sandpaper. Hopefully if I fall asleep, I won't wake up till tomorrow morning. This is true nausea. This is true discomfort. I must be crazy to be surprised. It's like this every time. The only constant variable held over from each unsuccessful attempt is me. I'm the

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[cassiodorus]

its not the component thats in the wrong, its the system and structure at play.
to run the race with no promise of a trophy.

remain peripheral j.brooks. eye <3 you.