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i can’t enjoy music anymore. my existence is dull and bleak.
i’ve become numb and blurry, perpetually propelled, always in motion. anxiety is no longer relevant, depression is incapable of being indulged in. every protest is worthless, i will always yield. i am powerless but dreadfully do not have the luxury of being worthless. bound to normality, evermore.
i can’t escape hearing music the way it was intended to be consumed now. it’s disgusting. i hate you.
the stench, the taste - bad air! bad air! doomed to revolting infestation. the maggots breach my skin and swallow me, piece by piece. i won’t resist as they crawl into my mouth and consume me from the inside out. any traces of naive hope have long been drained from my flesh.