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i think drinking orange juice after ur brushing teeth tastes like heaven but like when you're not supposed to be there. like the brightness surrounds you and it is beautiful and it is glorious and it is unbearable and it is burning and you were not made for this realm and you were destined to be here and your skin cracks your eyes begin to be deemed futile the moisture on your tongue begins to boil the air in your lungs cant stand the overwhelming holy lights and dissipates your lungs cannot withstand the gravity of this realm your body cannot understand it your lungs rupture your skin bleeds your eyes are futile as all you see is a blindingly bright light that you yearn to, that you know you should you know you're "supposed to" understand yet you cannot. you're blocked off from the holy light and so it burns you. you are not made for this realm yet you are here. an unfamiliar feeling in a place that should be familiar. banishment from a land of acceptance. touching the gate and its burning-hot metals scorching your skin in return. like orange juice after brushing ur teeth