I know it's you messing with my head right now.
But it feels too fucking familiar.
As the finger type, but I'm not there.
Watching myself from behind.
It isn't me in this body.
Don't let these words lie.
It's cold isn't it?
Why is it happening right now?
It's been awhile yea?
The rubik's cube is shrinking.
I'm shivering ain't I?
But is it me who is shivering.
But is it me who is shivering.
I can't explain any of this that is happening right now.
I'm letting these fingers land on the keys.
I should catch some rest.
Merry Christmas.
World.
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