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Chapter 3 - Reprogram
In the belly of my grave, I count every second, tracing my steps back and my steps forward. Expanding with the sequence of buzzing hums.
Allowing myself to follow these steps I find myself in a place beyond trauma, calculating grids and lines, preparing for what's to come. Bees lay on chest, pressing into my being with hymns that would forever carry me. The path is tried and true
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