Caffeinated
You go to the doctor
panicked
he asks what’s wrong
you tell him your soul
doesn’t fit right
he pokes you
and prods you
with various tools
in the chest
he tells you
he’s fixed the problem
it was simple really
you get home
you realize
that your soul
still doesn’t fit right
you put your arms out
but they don’t fall off
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