While I was writing this

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I sat on my bed while I was writing this.
I was listening to a song while I was writing this that felt too real.
I was not naked while I was writing this but I felt so. And cold.
A little white mouse sat on my belly.
I watched her sit there, I caressed her.
She likes being with me.
And i don't mind her.
Then, as usual, she began eating her way through a tiny soft spot beneath my chest into my flesh.
But by the time I felt it it was too late to stop her.

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