Inside, there is no entropy.
There is no balancing of emotion, nor energy.
How my skin is able to contain it all.
How my mind is able to function at all is miraculous enough.
From now on, every little thing is property of this here book.
Everyemotion is to be reined and controlled until these pages are available.
Imagine isolation.
Imagine the reduction of everything sweet and tender.
There is no such thing as friendship, or partnership, amongst junkies.
Apparently, I am addicted to oxytocin and dopamine.
They all found drugs less sentient than I did.
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