Everythings changed. I hear but can’t listen, I see without seeing, food is tasteless, silk is coarse like sand, the world smells of vinegar. Emotions are muddled to a brown nothing and everything is fleeting, I fear I may become a zombie. Outwardly human, but empty. All which defines a person gone. Am I on the way or already there?
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