I wish that we all were normal again. Where no one has to doll up and dye themselves dark and pretend to be envied--we all hate you, I really do. We're a tiny slice of future in a desolate sweat of eyeliner and lip rings. We should envy intellect and diversity, not the shit and shit we put on our face to take an awkward picture. I miss when we could be lazy and lay unclean like worms in the dirt. I want to be sincere and concede to your wishes, instead of to stand alone, to be so blankly original and to my carbon.
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