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Current mood:  melancholy

I can feel their digging. The little bites they leave there. Licking away the gummy leftovers of my eye. Wiggling their disgusting little bodies through my ears to my brain. They won’t stop crawling. carving tiny tunnels into my skull. My arms have long since fallen off. I can’t pull them off anymore. Maybe, I’m a heap of scrap with memories of a human. Could I prove my humanity if I were to see my own reflection ?