John and Paul voice: are you sad because you’re on your own? Eh. I get by with a little help from my friends (proceeds to listen to Cavetown’s Hug all ur friends on repeat).
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listen I made the food then I ate the food burned my tongue I blew on it tasted the salt and oil swallowed tasteless mouthfuls did not cry the city breathes out a quiet chill echoes of cutlery on plates and cats begging for freedom my window wide open I wish I could fly but here I am stuck in place eating the food that I made not crying books open and discarded I want to jump scream sing a song make a scene be a bird I want to escape but I’m eating the food and staring at the darkening sky not crying my glasses fog up the food is too hot I am not crying