Of the many faces we carry in life, some are born of experience, some of innocence, other iterations never shine. Addiction looks like crumpled paper on the street, vacuous scrolling, care abandoned, angered defiance, compulsive ghosts rising, comfort in dissolution, Death tugging at one's line... until we can look through one another, seeking the other faces behind this terrible era, how will more of us survive?
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