I am a living sickness, stuck with the tang of blood on my mouth and grime underneath my nails. Ambivalence is a strange feeling. Some days go by like a breeze; other times I am a hollow husk. I feel light-hearted, yet strained and pulled in every direction. Some mornings, I wake up with my mind in perfect clarity. Other mornings, my mind is a pestilent sore and I want to vomit. I am directionless and I don't know what to do.
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