Video Game
I can look everywhere.
I have video game hands.
My face doesn’t exist.
I don’t need anything else…
Except hands.
For grasping.
There are no mirrors in here.
There are no mirrors in this world.
I’d rather just be hands.
Not a face.
It always starts the same.
With three chances.
With three choices.
I try my best every time.
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