Mosquito

It follows me everywhere I go, near constant and deafening, affording me only the briefest and most temporary respite.

That buzzing, whining echo filling every moment of my existence.

It’s probably just a nuerosis, psychosomatically conjured forth to plague my short days on this earth; but I’m just a mosquito, what would I know?

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