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i cant produce anything of value he said to the noose then the noose replied you are mine.

    She woke up to an itching wrist. She woke up to her skin feeling like it was on fire. It was the unbearable itch that woke her up, grunting and turning her body around.    She woke up to an itching wrist. She woke up to her skin feeling like it was on fire. She scratched her wrist furiously, her eyes still screwed tightly shut. Her fingertips could feel something wet, something that pricked her skin like needles. Her scratching grew more unrestrained as sleep pulled her back.    She woke up to an itching wrist. She woke up to her skin feeling like it was on fire. She jolted up from the bed, eyes popping open and falling on her arm. The

Two hits in and the Low’s already started. Not high, no, definitely not a high right now. The exact opposite would be a better descriptor. It’s like, it’s like just getting to go away for awhile. Away from, like, Ev_erything. Prognosis: Terminus overdose Just a small curiosity at first. Come on, nonexistence? Amazing tagline. One sip, and th_en Nothing happens. For a while. once inhibited, assaults all senses Getting knocked back into the real world is jarring tho. “Real.” Funny. Then it st_arted to become, like, a need? Too much work. Too much talking. Taste. Color. So_nd. furthermore, it degrades the lateral in

i am waiting for my train to come but i fear it will never arrive. on the station placard it says one minute, but i’ve been here far too long. a train picked me up once before. the blinding lights. the sounds. the joy. the happiest moment of my life. but it dropped me here and never came back. all my friends have come and gone; their rides always arrive on time. i get to talk to them for merely a few minutes, then, they disappear and leave me behind. maybe i’m hallucinating. i feel the wind behind my back every single time i turn the other way. when i turn back around i am alone once more. none of the rides ever stopped for me. an