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she's crawling on top of innumerable hills. up and down. grasping every thorn. continuously and inconsistently until her bones are cascading deep down into the unchanged hole she emerged just out of. no disappointment yet no victory. no end and a hardly visible beginning. the dullness of this evarlasting cycle drains her of all vitality. she scratches her retinas and peels off her skin. she rips out the hairs off her flaky skull. one by one, gathering them into a neat pile by her feet. her nails have fallen off and her mouth smells of rotten flesh. reeking corpses slither inside of her veins, gnawing at them slowly. the veins rupture, but she doesn't mind the sprinkles of blood on her snow-white face. crowds of unknown faces are yelling inside her cerebellum, covered in tiny cracks of a worn out yellow. the control she once had over her limbs has vanished, and she's trembling in rickety convulsions. termites are surfacing through her pores. watching this, she makes sure to write the details down on an old coffee soaked napkin.