nadyawrites
You have none. You plaster the wall of your electronic home with pictures of food, of your face, and finally your shoes, and the only thing that changes is the pavement, sometimes grass. There's no one to count the blades under your soles - you're alone, just screaming in hopes of somebody screaming back.
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