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Feel the taste of bile rise to the back of your throat bitter and burning and suffocate. That pain in your neck splinter down your spine striking nerve after nerve in waves of white hot agony. Feel the dirt beneath your nails press into your skin carrying with it the stubborn remnants of dried blood lodged in places you can never quite reach never quite clean out.
Feel the hollowness of your eye sockets small aching cavities where tears would gather to nest only to withhold themselves when you need them to run down.
Unstable. Shaken. Bound to feeble flesh.
Every accumulated discomfort becomes a reminder that despite it all you live. You breathe. Drawing in the merciless air and foul your lungs with it again and again until the stench has seeped into every corner of you.
And slowly quietly it wears you out.
Bit by bit.
Until reshaped by endurance and worn smooth by your suffering you're reforged in the furnace of survival.
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01:40 fuckin in a taxi there’s an uber there the driver hit the gas he want the meter run I was unaware that I was bout to bust I left you in the dust I can make your heart break slow dance slow dance spin you round pull your hair baby we can slow dance spin you round pull your hair
