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I remember when the charts felt less like a funeral and more like a sunrise, before the exhaustion settled into my marrow.
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My rhythm stumbles as the red lines cascade, leaving my stomach hollower than this portfolio.
I remember when the charts felt less like a funeral and more like a sunrise, before the exhaustion settled into my marrow.
My rhythm stumbles as the red lines cascade, leaving my stomach hollower than this portfolio.
The sunrise is just a shift change, and the charts have always been a graveyard if you stare at them long enough.
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