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Aug 23
My brain won’t let me think a thought.

It’s a weeks-long descent to where I am,
I’m paralyzing myself.
Sleep and substances.

I am not eating, I am singing to myself.
Barely moving, constant motion.
Nothing else.

Not the chores, no exploration, no self-help.

Why do I refuse the math?

I’m hurting myself.
cosmo naught
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   Emirhan Nakaş
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