This is the feeling of bile of a cursed unrequited love for millennia 

of hunger the following morning after a “full” meal as ecstasy’s lingering impact on a newbie’s stomach when you can feel and taste the dysgeusia

of an object by its design and innovation tempting you to disrupt its inertia 

of suicide over positive thoughts 

of anxiety creeping above and on you like soft electric shocks 

of mom not returning 

of an unfinished orgasm. 

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