I miss you a lot.

Sometimes I dream about you. You and I, and then I become your object. An object that you desire for a short period. Then, I become useless; I become human again. Not worthy of anything.

Being human means contributing to carbon emissions – not only useless but rather dangerous.

Make me an object again; make me functional again. Give meaning to me again. Let me immerse myself in my real meaning one more time.

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