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dreams of black worms writhing in my food vomiting up everything as i stagger sick down long halls her hand on my shoulder 'there, there we're almost where we need to be. let it go, let it go, you'll feel better if you let it all go', one last step into a night ocean, umbral crystal all around
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Spit it all out, get it all out. So good.
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