dark fiction
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I feel my brain melting into the same complacency as the vermin I exploit. You can do a lot: justifying how these scum are able to shuffle into giving their hard-earned value up to a thug like me, deeming yourself as superior to a stain, cutting off generations of stupidity. I used to go the…
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Nevermind the hatred. The pulse of fear and lethargy produce the racket in my heart. The constant state of needing to sit down but never comfortable when my body sinks into the shape my spine has etched in. I can’t sleep on my shoulders anymore; the compromise being staring at the ceiling fan awaiting whichever…
ZCUMCORE 