Critical, creative and digital writingEcriture critique, créative et numérique

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All the fibers of my body are taut; they're about to tear apart my sameness and wreak havoc on my oneness. I have a strained mind and a body that's collapsing onto itself in agony; my senses are sore with overthinking, my hopes crushed with foreboding, and I expect to lose my integrity this instant where all of this is over. I am ground into the powder of my former self.