Day 157

Have you ever had the urge to grind your teeth?

The near overwhelming need to strain them?

The ache that can only be sated by brushing over and over and over again?

The sheer desperation driving you to dig your nails into your raw gums til they pour blood?

Have you ever felt the yearning for a pure mouth devoid of imperfections
devoid of teeth, of gums, of that imperfect tongue?

D̼͇̦̻̻͓R̼̖͚I̛͚̖͇͔̤̩V̳E̺͍̮͍̱͍ ̘̺̤̗̯ͅṬ̼HÈ͉̤M̞͓͇̠̪ͅ ̸͈̺͎̠O̮̪͚̗̦U̻͔̲̻͢T̡͎̯̜

͍̰̲̗̀D̫̺E͉̯̬̻̺̜̱S̛͔̤̞̠̝͎͓T̬͞R̪̭̳͈̫O̢̥Y̥̠͍̪͉ ҉͓̯̥̬T̻̣H̬̱͚͔̦͡E ̡I͏̤̙͈̖̪M͉͉̳̤̬̤P̪̺E̦͜R͕͕̹̲̖̮FE̫̻͇C̝T̥
̷̤̫̜̪̭
T̼̤E̙͔̖͍͖̪͠A̻͓Ṛͅ ͎͈̭̱̰͢A̻̘̞W̫͙͕̘̱̜ͅA̮̜̝̖̠̫͖Y̰͖͍̥͉͔͖ TH̰̣̣͇͚̟̥E͕͎͇̱͇͚ ̝̰͖̻̯̳̖́F̪̯̰L͓͔̰̼̕A̫̝͍̞W̪̘̤̹̰E͎̮͡D͢
̟̳̙͙̼̠̼͢
̜B̗͕E̦̥̮̝̞̼C҉̭̱̲O̘͞ͅM҉͔E̖̮̠̫͡

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