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10.29
All my thoughts gather around like an army of ants marching, cramming their annoying little bodies into my skull.
they sometimes make their way out of my mouth to show their ugly faces to the world.
most of the time they are too fast to hold on to.
do not ask me whats wrong. for i havnt the slightest clue.
i get a flash of reality from time to time as i grasp a thought and see it more clearly.
these ants quickly turn into slugs as they slip from my hands and time slows down.
my vision becomes blurry and the beautiful glimpse of my life i get crashes into the mess it begs to be.
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