/HEALTHY_DECAY

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always approaching
but never reaching FTL
it still feels
slow
my mind aches as the planet shrinks
sure and steady
in the periphery
the lies i told
the ones i keep telling
they will end me
especially the ones
i tell myself
the greatest of all the idiots
that used to live
down there
i see this as an escape
my last refuge
losing my connections
i doubt you'll care
if this even reaches you
this dying screed will last
it has to
even a healthy mind
decays

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/TIME_RECEIVED 02:17
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