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It grows and grows and...
My nose is drenched with the stench.
My eyes penetrating further into the abyss.
My teeth mashed so tight fangs emanate.
My lips constrict like a python with its prey.
My heartbeat grows, louder and louder, like the drums of Khan’s Mongol Horde.
I smell roses. I see beauty. I taste cake. I feel love.
And yet, anger.