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deteriorate;
July 26, 2011
I cannot breathe through this thickening haze of insufferable odors, these tendrils of disgusting scent that compress against myself and squeeze the life out of me, wafting out of the mold that has grown in this dingy cellar, this crypt that houses your rotting corpse.
And my eyes are stinging with tears, but it’s not from this repugnant stench, it’s because I’m so close to the pieces of you I never could have picked up, I never could have held.
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