The alarm clock is making its lulling sound in a repetitive manner. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. The air is otherwise silent. I turn to my left, the whole stacks of notes and scribbles stare back at me.
I dont really know if I've read enough of them or they've had enough of me because the transmission has stopped. Half an hour ago. Left me feeling so empty. Discarded.
Why are you so elusive? All I want is just a lil bit of you, just a lil bit of that essence. Molecular recognition, is that what it really is?
2 more days.
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