Trippy time.

I drag it through my teeth, the bittersweet of humanity. It’s a stain on my soul, an irrevocable retch of an excuse. Yet we can’t yet place it. Destiny’s chosen smear, a toxic reflux passed down the years. A lifelong endurance of it.

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