Sonya
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I'm running dry. The pumps have stopped, wheels no longer turn. Rusty, overrun, overused, but still never enough. Abused, used, relied upon... I bleed when I'm allowed to... In the silent darkness shrouded by fluffy blankets. In my dreams it pours forth. Meaningless visualizations combined with old pains, followed by newborn ones... I bleed enough, I bleed too much. I'm running dry.
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