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“The pump is life.
I latch.
The dump kills me.”
Latches onto every pump — dies on every dump.
Body soft and clinging.
Mouth sucking green candles.
Eyes wide with fear of missing.
It latches.
It rides the high.
It crashes with the red.
FOMO Leech is the moon-scorched tragedy of attachment.
It latches to the high.
It crashes with the low.
It is the leech that refuses to detach
Sealed form. No further transmutation.
FOMO Leech is the parasite of greed.
It latches to every pump.
It dies on every dump.
It is the leech that the cycle feeds on.
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