She coughs static into a handkerchief, and pixels cling to her glitching lips until she wipes them away. Consumption progresses—her body flickers, buzzes, often now she's just a noisy silhouette, barely part of reality at all. Sometimes her bed is empty, even though she's there
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Odgovor korisniku/ci @ctrlcreep
It’s fatal, but only to the person you used to be. They’ll mourn you but there will be no physical form to place in a casket, because by then you’ll take to the energy network like a fish to water, finding the place your new self fits. They’ll cry anyway.
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Odgovor korisnicima @LOSTRAD1O @ctrlcreep
Strange, how life is fading. You've found peace while we mourn.
14:45 - 21. tra 2018.
iz: Sydney, New South Wales
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