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I charged my **** ******** three times this week. Stared at a stranger's hand thinking how warm it must be. Waved to a child that laughed at me. Flipped off a stranger who got too close for comfort. For comfort, I am desolate.
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Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 8:01 PM UTC
ALONE
I charged my **** ******** three times this week. Stared at a stranger's hand thinking how warm it must be. Waved to a child that laughed at me. Flipped off a stranger who got too close for comfort. For comfort, I am desolate.
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Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 8:01 PM UTC
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