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[whiterosehxc]

I am a living breathing machine.

I have no friends.
I have no fun.

I have a job that pays my living and breathing.

A life spliced in two, under a microscope.
No bridge between.

Where's the lights?
Where's the clapping?

Comments

[anonymous]

Sometimes, we have to go through a rough patch just to get it over with so that the lights and clapping are a possibility later.

Your presence is missed, though.

- Jan

[whiterosehxc]

im going bonkers.

[whiterosehxc]

thank you though. thank you a lot.

[bemyplayground]

I miss you.
May I come visit?

[whiterosehxc]

just tell me when