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Living, breathing, exposing ourselves to one another, I wanted more than anything to feel, touch, express like the others. The one in my life existed but they didnt, They could stay up all night with me whereas
Pops, you watch too much TV. I feel convinced that I have now become a faceless memory, That only photographs will bring short-term remembrances of me. Pops,
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The eyes water, throbbing behind sockets. One more kill until this game is done. Throbbing behind sockets, electrical pulses run up through the cords into the burning computer screen.