It’s the question of the day. What do you want from me?
I tell him I’m stupid and don’t understand the question. I was raised to beg, to ask for what I need and steal it if denied. What the fuck is a want and why the hell did he think he owned it?
I was trapped in my computer playing a game not realizing I was an NPC but he knew it all along. They all did. Everything I asked for was a mirage of everything they didn’t have to give.
There was one bag of ugly I’d been waiting to unload and there he was asking what I wanted. I wanted him to take all of it, take it away from me and then find a way to look at me and call me beautiful. That’s a non-request from an NPC and looks like a goodbye wave from shooting range distance.
Today I sit here behind the screen with bags emptied, still ugly and re-spawning each season with a new outfit hiding the same wanting soul.
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