You are a vacuum. You are not even a vacuum, you are a Dyson. You are bagless. You have no bag. You wish you had a bag.
You don't know if you want to kill yourself anymore. You want your kidneys to fail, your liver to crumble and your lungs to wither.
I feel a strong connection to this piece. I feel like maybe if I was a Henry the hoover, life might be okay.
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