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[apathique]

and so sick of the frost dripping down window panes and freezing into shapes of anatomical hearts, and its veins and capillaries connecting everything in the lattice of th-th-- ...this everything, and creating this unbelievably wretched concinnity in your anatomy, and in your crooked teeth and glazed eyes,
but never mine.

(so ask yourself once:
are you as far ahead as you'd like to believe?)