Malcontent. Swallow your hot saliva and let it melt your insides in a struggle to regain stability. Throw yourself at everyone who will listen to what you have to say. Cling to them. Imprisonment. They can't leave you, not like everyone else did. Guilt. You're not doing anything wrong. You just don't want to be left behind. Everyone is all grown up and you're still small. You stretch and stretch but all you ever get from it is sore muscles and fatigue.
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Academy Of American Bullshit
شِعرCollection of poetry, parts of short stories, and the occasional rant written by an artist who is angrier than she'd like to admit.
