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     | — B o r e d o m — |

                 | — Drowning; smothered in concealed thoughts that wouldn’t see the light of day—no —that couldn’t see the light of day no matter the prying or the wrest. — |

                                       ”… Hm.”

                 | – The light was seeping into his skin, breathing out a new parasite that made his stomach churn and his throat sputter up the whispers of the lost; it made him want to tear his skin in two– take it off. – |

                                    | – Agony, despair– disdain. – |

       | – Such self pity was tough to conceal; but it would never see the light of day, no, it could not see the light of day… Because if it did, – |

                    | – It would burn and crumble into a harsh shell and turn to ash like love turns perfectly good beating hearts into dust. – |

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