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Chapter 1 - UNREST
Spiraling somewhere in the middle of my gut, I cannot sit, I cannot stay still. A pungent smell of funk floods on my waves. A hard clash of frequencies create a ringing buzz that is deadly and faint.
Easier to pretend when you're numb...Who am I to judge my face? A myriad of reflections... who is who and who is to blame?
The mud from the rain is hitting my ankles and shins and now my face. Bouncing off the bits that don’t wanna stay no more. I am ashamed. Isolated, I find myself in a lonely, dingy place.
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