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Streeeetch
Collapse.
Breathe, breathe, breathe.
Work your eyes across the ceiling.
No spiders, that’s good.
Ignore the dragon, ignore it, ignore it.
It’s not there?
No, not really.
Am I dead?
Only on the inside.
When? When did the time tick away and let me fall short?
Only yesterday.
But in our constructed sentiments of time, yesterday to us is infact 10 million years in essence.
This isn’t happening, this isn’t real.
Oh, very much so.
It’s real?
No, I’m a lie. Just as you’re a lie and your parents are lies and everyone before them is all a lie.
Then how do I exist?
Because some where in that lie you found truth.
Then what am I doing here?
Oh, we’re extracting.
