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My nerves have been lifted from their station deep with in my corpus.... Their tendrils are layed flat across a table to dried till their layers peel away like old bark off a limb. Then the orbital sander comes down on them. So that there is no confusion of what is happening to me. To let me know that I can't keep a shell around me forever. Something will come soon and take away my safety, my anchor, my naivety. Then pain will be all I know.
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