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Jul 26
Curse the machinery, seconds wasted away and now trees can no longer sway. Do they notice there's a world out there?
Grasping the device, palms turn clammy, when released hands feel exposed and bare. The chilling sensation - the air feels cool. Their eyes water due to the lack of exposure from illuminated screens. Curse the machinery, they're blind to reality!

They say:
"Why aren't I getting as many likes?"
"I look fat in this photo."

Curse the machinery, they're making their way to the kitchen draw... Frantically, they're opening the kitchen draw. They're grasping onto the new use of a kitchen utensil until their pierced skin oozes out with rose tears.
This is the newest treatment to the curse of the machinery.
Written by
kaela  F
(F)   
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