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I feel like I have a papercut on the side of my lips.

Pain.

I can feel it rip every time I open my mouth (so to speak).

And to speak, which I speak of...

I'd rather not.

There's no one here in the first place.

Just my thoughts.

My conscience.

My brain.

Life's so plain.

I don't understand it at times.

People seem to stand in uniform.

One unity.

No conformists.

That's what we call reality.

Lost in hope.

Lost in speed.

Lost in everything.

I cannot breathe.

I need air.