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I fear my that digestive tract has gone in reverse and that my stomach has been unknowingly gnawing at my soul, swallowing it out my mouth and into the world where it is broken down by acid rains and flushed into the depths of the ocean to be nibbled on by tiny blue fish and yellow crabs.

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