The insects scurrying around in my head force my hand to move; these thoughts come from them, their hive mind.
But aren't the insects really me at the end of the day?
Mixture of poetry and prose
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The insects scurrying around in my head force my hand to move; these thoughts come from them, their hive mind.1234 copyright protection2609PENANAIEEfSrmzSs 尼
But aren't the insects really me at the end of the day? 1234 copyright protection2609PENANAc3qGf0U1Ck 尼
Mixture of poetry and prose1234 copyright protection2609PENANAQZRYHtUFMw 尼
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