⠀﹙ℒ.﹚⠀ The sweaty-toothed madman with a stare that pounds my brain, his hands reach out and choke me and all the time he's mumbling truth, like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, stretch it, it will never be enough, kick it, beat it, it will never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying, to the moment we leave dying, it will just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream.
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