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She sits at the computer, unwavering, unmoving, motionless, still. She never leaves it, she never goes anywhere but inside her little hole. The computer was her life, and always has been her life. She refused to change anything else beside it, except changing her name and wearing a mask to her unsuspecting friends.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry - Words: 137 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Published: 08-27-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3053912
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i wallowed my days
on the world i felt i only belonged in
on the world where my deepest pleasures
could be answered and given
i wallowed my days up in this pit
without seeing a single person coming up
saying hello
i only talk to the people
behind a screen
who only understand my
deep complexities
that i say hello
back to them
i wallowed my days in the world where i feel
i do not have a home
but inside this room with this screen where
another world lies that i feel i have many friends
i squander with all these bags
with all these cheetos that are
my only lonely friends
and i live in this darkness
without saying a single hello
to another living person
that doesn't have a mask
like i do
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