Here I am trying to stop my body from not working.
Here is always the same, stained walls, overcrowded feeling empty.
The memory does not record and we are left with no recurrent images,
with no images at all.
There is no danger that we know, only the ever-present discomfort,
nauseating smells, a knowledge that can't be kept.
I have stopped trying completely.
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