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Lego My Desire to Die

Legos now come in all these shapes and sizes yet my heart remains stony and small.

I’ve been held captive by my child in this store for an hour and a half. The hallucinations have begun.

I think the pieces are starting to move independently. They are coming for me. Please come for me. I am ecstatic that they want to take away my life force. Just bury me in a fucking coffin made of these stupid bricks.

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