I didn't lie.
I am too occupied.
Too involved.
It was my intention.
I am not thinking.
I have no time for thought.
I don't need time for thought.
What good would ever come out of that?
All it takes are a few words. Remnants of irrationality, smeared on paper, staring back at me. Instantly activating the same old pathways. I can feel my skin tightening, I can feel each hair struggling to crawl out of me.
No.
I am not.
Not that.
Not anymore.
I'm better now.
Can't you see? Can't you feel it?
I let it happen.
But I won't.
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