M.I.A.

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Published March 2, 2021 at 2:36 AM UTC. Runtime: 1:55. Channel note: I write right now to let you know that you’re against me. You’re swooned and I’m stuck because of my incapableness. I’m among a desert of incapables, though. You’re swooned by the momentary benefits but you will never be as happy as you can be with chains. It only weakens you. I am depressed and trying to ignore your drama and your family’s. They come at me faster than you’ll remember. How’s the cat? Did you ever finish the essays? Was it all just a waste of time. Am I dumb for sitting here? Am I stupid? Do you harbor hate because they’re days where I feel something in my chest? I look for my own words but inside grows content. Other’s come out. Respect. Thanks. Now sign that check right next to my life thread so I can feel better with my time given. I have no control over my life nor how I am organized. A light skin spic without even the language to become distinct. Thanks for that also. Is the old lady doing those new old same things? I can’t expect ancient dogs to learn new tricks but I would think humans had more capableness. Turns out we don’t. Let me have a few laughs and maybe a -DELETED- so I won’t feel no more. Ripped down into the abyss of populace where we most are. Noise. 🧠STORY - dead end¡