She felt unwhole and did the unwholesome.
She felt unloved and loved no one, including herself.
She felt unsatisfied and so her life went.
A slow, tortuous, paralyzing journey to places
She didn’t want to visit, with people she could
Not have cared less about.
Flipping through the images stored on a chip
As cold and impersonal as the experiences
She pretended to enjoy.
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