I’m tired of never fitting in.
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they’ve misunderstood my artistry.
Never fitting in. Never being like them.
I’m on the flight back home.
In these glass cages, my heart beat flutters against my rib cage, begging to be freed.
the wicked are the loneliest on earth.
hate is a parasite within each of us.
till our only mission in life bespeaks to fight against what we speak.
why can’t you let one of the purest emotions remain untainted?
someday, i will board the ferry, and greet charon with an obol and hopes of a fool