Emaciated

Now enough with the expectations here, let’s talk about me. I’m obviously not a butterfly but I’m also not a person, maybe physically but to other people I’m a creature that they get to treat how they’re expected to treat someone like me. Treat me like i’m deadly ill, treat me like I’m crazy, treat me like a slave that has been enforced into your game, and don’t forget that I’m something different than what you want. These are the rules that you play in our simulation of life, or maybe just the simulation of each second coming towards your death that people may or may not grief over. You never know, literally.

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