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The painful red spreads throughout my body with no shame nor pity. It is unstable and incurable. I'm growing extra parts for a person who will never exist and for a person who will cease to be. It comes and goes, but when it comes back it is angry and vengeful. It is just a game for it. A contraption made by my brain. The sadness that has sprouted it makes me annoying and unlovable. It makes me push away the only ones who can forgive me. I can hear the outsiders whisper. They talk about it like it's a contagious disease. They avoid me like the plague in fear of me infecting them. They think it gross. I leave parts of me everywhere, and that sprout more disgusted faces. Those are the people who don't understand.