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We are Zinnias, birthed
By concrete and dirt.
We meld into this
Five dollar
Water bottle
Society.

We are told from infancy,
We have potential.
But we all work nine to five,
Minimum wage,
Dead end jobs.

Then we ask ourselves why
We are unfulfilled.
We take Prozac,
We take another drink,
We take solace in normalcy.
Is another prescription
Going to give us reason to live?

Alcohol
Pills
Addiction
Repeat.

These are the only
Foreseeable solutions
To our measly
Half-assed
Lives.

We are masterpieces
Scribbled on bathroom walls
And our minds have been nourished
By shit.