Warning: imagery of blood, acid, etc.; general existential dread
The ones who don’t fit are screaming — burst and bleeding; we’re the canaries, the warnings, the outliers — so don’t blame us when the acid of modernity bites your flesh, as well as ours
Author’s Note: …Life in 2025, am I right? Lol.
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