There are six liters of blood rushing through me all day and my pounding heart spasms and beats every second. My mind forgets the gaps inbetween thoughts, and plays them like a 24 hour movie without the popcorn. The lungs contract and constrict without a thought, but I'm reminded that I live through all these things that function in silent unison within me. Like a factory underneath my skin, but a corporate, poised being on the outside of it all.
Time slows, and you become a hermit living in a thached house, crossing into and out of its doorsteps a million times, until one day, you never return.
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