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Rid me ‘fore scurrilous truths awaken

Make heads of my face

Smothered on the back of her dime

Bid me not to stay

For wasted hours only meet their equal

In wasted breaths beckoning affection

That lasts the length of crocheted string

Don’t think me lame

If I cry for absent futures

That never stood a chance against the cross of her arms

And the breath of expropriated shame

Tower of Pisa holds firm

While my heart sizzles in ashes

Smoldering scents of the loftiest dreams

Bored

Comparing

Existential apathy

Under-differentiated

Exaggerated

Distracted

Isolated

Stuck in a mush until two hours has passed

Looking for red circles on top of squares

Afraid of being without sound

Insecure about individuality

Worried about things meant to quell worry

Failure to exercise self-control

Nostalgic for miserable times

Convinced the bad parts are permanent

Tending to parasocial relationships

Watching everybody be real

Unable to play the part

Judging the relative weakness of others

Extracting serotonin from the internet

Withdrawn from extended periods of time

The ocean washed over your grave

Silence

Is it the memorial to youth

ocean waves

take me to where I’ll

never have to say

That I’m not just crazy