i just watched another episode of some crime show on repeat, the tv glows blue in the dark kitchen. she always used to say how i’d watch anything. now it’s just me and the quiet. i think about how i used to fix things, hands always busy, covered in grease. now i just sit. this is it? what am i even doing. my back aches from not doing anything. just… watching. the house is too big. empty. what was it all for.
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