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Every day

Every single fucking day



“Master! Master!”



> insert here a well practiced hand-to-mouth food gesture <



“Pleeeease Master! I need food o”



I fixate my gaze on some non-existent object

Straight ahead

Far away

From the orbit of beggars



Am I still human?



Am I still capable of feeling certain emotions?



Which emotions? Do I even recognize them?



“Is a lie!”



“Is a lie!”



Of course it fucking is!

How could you possibly

In any kind of certainty

Believe in yourself?



> insert here some well-practiced self-pity gesture <



They connect

They stare

They get me

They fuck me over



They know I am their only hope



They die



> insert here some tired sentimental gesture <



You want to see?

You want to come travel Nigeria?

You want to live beyond your understanding?

You want to see what is really going on?



You want to know who is pulling the strings?



Just check the mirror…