A slow and creeping reality, beautiful in its simplicity and hauntingly merciless.
Giving way to a brush of understanding and hope, as the inevitable acceptance takes hold and shapes and molds the resulting experience.
The voices rise in unison and push the tumor upward, toward a clean and natural light.
Keep the good stuff down, but expunge that which is unnecessary.
The scale only goes to 100.
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