i dont know what you expected. its gone all sour now.
do you think you'll actually make it? he wants you dead. he thinks you're mindless. he thinks you're not real.
hes right
derecha!derecha!derecha!cierto!cierto!cierto!
draw your little pictures, vomit your insides onto the paper, channel your hatred into your pen, and for what? shove them in a folder. forget forget forget ODIAR
he sees tyiu. you on the edge of the cliff, grabbing onto two stones. you can pull yourself up comfortably. one stone glows a soft warm glow, bathing the area around it in pure light. the other, white, but with swirls and design dancing around it, breathing as if alive.
he pushes them off.
you hold on by your fingertips
now hes stepping on your hands. it's only a matter of time.
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