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All around me I see lost eyes staring into space, desperately waiting for something catch their attention. Mouths looking for ears to talk to. Lips forced to curve themselves into smiles whilst playing music that doesn't stir the soul to a crowd of strangers with no real purpose or talent of aesthetic appreciation. Lights, camera, action, music, marionettes- Show time.

I forget  birthdays and names  streets and lanes  powdered faces  pink laces  colors and shades  fancy hairdos and fish braids. I forget  texts messages exchanged  deranged  9:47pm and blue ticks  cum, boobs and dicks How are you? I'm well. What are you up to? Nothing much.  Where have you been? Here.