In needing Nothing, we became Nothing.

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Not anymore.

It’s all there, somewhere between 1’s and 0’s he found the perfect algorithm for love and for closeness, for the rush of endorphins drugging our brains.

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They stopped needing. Aything.

And with needing nothing, they became nothing, only carcasses of skin and bone, gastric juice, blood and feces waiting to be expelled from the body. Only to start again from scratch, every minute of everyday until each and every last heart would stop beating.

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“I hope I won’t wake up tomorrow.”



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