Unblinkingness. This, preferred posture. This, horizonless stare into the Real. I think of how a mere drop on my mouth could burn my body slow from its deep black core to my broken-out, bright skin. I am terrified of Truth, the kindling spark inside, because I don't want to know my fate. I suspect I'm essentially worthless; it's comfortable for
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