Another round of vodka please.
This computer device is my drug.
My escape of reality.
I bury my burdens and suffering in this little notebook; the cyber world.
Afraid to attempt or question the odds
Find myself pondering about what I see
Compare and contrast- what are other siblings like?
How do they act towards each other? Why are they so close?
They approach.
My guts sink. My confidence lowers
Don't have the ability to talk
No sign of intelligence but denial
They don't understand me...
No, I don't understand them.
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