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Fantastic
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Fantastic,
the plastic world
just melts around
your expectations.
Friends turned
justifications
for why
you grow.
Bullshit.
The only thing true
amidst the
black and blue
is red,
the blood of someone
willing to stand up
and say,
"Fuck you.
You latched onto
my yesterday
as if it were your
tomorrow,
now get the fuck
off.
Devolve
into sorrow
and liberate
mine."
