The misery is you, and you are miserable. Sorrow.” My younger self whispered. “I’m supposed to be a man.” I professed pathetically. All the others? “That’s why she hated you, because you are just like your father!” He yelled. I stared at the tube, then dropped it beside me. “She could see your soul, and she knew your soul was defective.” He whispered. He shrugged. I was hollow. “Did it come out good?”
She turned the box to show me. .”
She gingerly got out of the bed, and gracefully stepped back onto the floor. “Did it come out good?”
She turned the box to show me. The beeping stopped, thankfully. “Fuck.”
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“So . “Oh my god. I was nothing. “Am.”
Tears flowed down my face. “Open it. The misery is you, and you are miserable. I yanked hard and slid it out of my throat, and nearly vomited.
