Ramblings
It’s night.
I text my friends.
I’m alive.
It’s night.
They don’t respond, so…
It’s night.
But it’s a good a time as any to ruin my life.
Hmmm.
I’d say I’m tired, but I’m not.
I’m just…
Going downstairs to make 10 sandwiches.
I really, really ruined my life.
My life! My life?
I drop a slice of bread.
They will see those texts in the morning.
It’s night.
I take my food to the porch.
My eyes are open.
I eat and dance around.
But still,
It’s night.
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