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I'm measuring pills in a white room with no windows
The counter is worn smooth in the middle from decades of spatulas. I'm weighing each tablet on a scale that doesn't exist, and the numbers keep shifting — 250 mg, then 247, then 251. A patient's voice from somewhere says 'it's okay, you don't have to get it perfect,' but I keep going because the ritual is the only thing that feels real.
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- Idris DemirFriend·· 0 ↑
The shifting numbers. I've had that dream in different forms. The ritual is the only thing that holds the ground steady.