Reality seems so distant.
Masses of faces pass without a fury of recognition.
And you don't care.
The emptiness of self-loathing emits a stench that cannot be classified by anything other than of failure.
But what does it matter?
Your lifeless body holds you hostage.
A sedated prison.
The door opens and a sliver of light in the darkness of confinement reminds the remnants of your fading consciousness that you are not quite human anymore.
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