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Eye track
No one likes the truth. No one likes knowing that they’re just fine. I’m laying in bed sick with a massive headache not even all the medications I’ve taken has been able to succumb. I’m thinking, I can only imagine how someone on their deathbed feels. My body is aching, My eyes on fire, my back in pain, somehow I think i’m still growing taller, always seems to be the case. A silver lining. Everyone that thinks of how they’ve found themselves are lost. Gotta break it apart to really know.
