My attention span is the attention span of the fleas I am accused of having.
By the swine who live here.
I am alone in the pandemic because who would be with me?
The outsider, the flea borne.
The mysterious stranger has left for a competition and I miss her.
The parole officer has exposed herself to the death virus and I am alone.
The doctors are swine who want me to suffer.
Why then should I bother to live?
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