i'm making myself sick, i can feel it start in the back of my throat. phlegm: white then yellow. fade to green as you pretend the healing will be a clean ordeal.
nostalgic for the days when i could at least feign not caring. now i don't even pretend this numeric-based system isn't my way to make up for all past, present, soon to occur failures. except right now i can feel my teeth rotting away from the roots, drip. drip. yellow to green, please heal. please let me do anything but feel.
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