being in love. like being a walking corpse.
an empty shell spurting rotten fluids from every orifice.
doomed and damned, organs putrefying and flesh flaking off in sheets.
nothing and nothingness. i recede into the darkness.
my skull collapses and a flock of flies escapes from their nest.
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