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SLEEPLESSNESS, a nicotine engulfing his cerebrum & rotting it with cavities that deprave his perception, lagging them ( INCLUDING his perception of TIME ). the sharp, PIERCING creak of a craning door aside a hallway light don a cracked benevolence on his work is the ONLY thing that alludes the defiled sanctity he’d presumed pristine.
“ kek, if you plan on entering knock first, ”










