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What comes next.
Sitting in isolation.
Mind wandering.

Brain dead.

I'm looking at your words
but cannot comprehend.
Systems on overhaul.

I can feel my organs.

Feed my bloodlust.
My throats raw.

Cottonmouth.
Sucez-Moi Sec.

My Minds fast forwarding.
wheres the remote.

Hey Mrs. China eyes. need some grass?

Eyes clouded over.
Sanity lost.

It's sickening.