Eat, smoke, love, meow.

By Meowsers

Nothing.

I'm not waiting for anything, but there's a tiny little drizzle of hope draped tightly around my bones, that anything, might come through this piece of machinery. From that somebody, that although I no longer crave the company of, would so dearly like to hear from without my input being the cause.

Tiring.

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