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I twirl my hair.
And it comes out easier now.
Pieces of hair fall on the keyboard.
Lost in between the keys.
I'm lost in between the keys.
When I used to have a laptop, this would happen--
And you could remove the keyboard.
And you could clean what was underneath the keyboard.
And inside all this machinery was all this hair--
--and crumbs from food.
It would take months before I found all the accumulation.
How long will it take you to find me?

I'm asking.

It's really only temporary.
Like the crumbs and hair underneath the keyboard.
It gets cleaned up and leaves the keyboard eventually.
But until then, all the hair and crumbs are pressed upon
When the keys are pressed.
I'm sick of being pressed.
Pressure.

'Ashes to ashes.
Dust to dust,
is it love,
or is it lust?'

Four years.
Ahh.
Patience is a vertue.
Vertue meaning allusion.