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K--<#buraisposting my pan is wound tighter than the springs poking through my mattress the world around me loses its colour as friendships turn to memories the light behind my screen is the only one that guides me the days turn to minutes and the hours turn to weeks am i myself? or am i what other people think i am? am i the words i say? or the words i type? am i even a person? or am i an identity? how is a cyborg supposed to detox from technology?
Kult: +12
Kull: +5
Total: 17
Ratio: 2.40
⬭ might help to hang out with ewer moirail. good luck. ⬭