I hate change. It happens so slowly but you feel it happening anyways. Its like a canon event you cant stop. Every breath hurts my soul. Breathing feels like a chore and I HATE CHORES. I can hear my heartbeat and it feels like someone is beating a drum on the top of my head. I hate that sound.

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