The insects scurrying around in my head force my hand to move; these thoughts come from them, their hive mind.
But aren't the insects really me at the end of the day?
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ns 108.162.216.54da2The insects scurrying around in my head force my hand to move; these thoughts come from them, their hive mind.8964 copyright protection1299PENANARklEIeU0yf 維尼
But aren't the insects really me at the end of the day? 8964 copyright protection1299PENANAMeJuOdeocy 維尼
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