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Going back into old habits is a relief of sorts. The familiarity of drowning almost seems comforting. Digital numbers taking over day by day life and monitoring every molecule. Meticulous note-taking down to a science with the mindset of life or death. A monitored religious cycle. The schedule and routine almost applying a safety. The familiar feels nice. Even if it means the farewell of the better me.
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