There is to much to eat on this microscopic plate, the macrooni and cheese is falling on to me; while the pork falls on the dusty floor. Ah yes that floor which has yet to be cleaned, decaying away, leaving me to see the ground on which I will learn to stand on. To be able to not fall and hold my chin up tall. Being able to sit silently while I eat all that is on my microscopic plate.
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