I am happy to announce that it has finally done it.
It has finally shattered the crystal,
Cut the yellow fat,
Mashed together the pieces
That were never meant to fit together in the first place.
All this through brute force and an obstinate will
Something only borne of humans can harness.
I do not cry when a chapter of my adolescence closes.
I feel nothing when reminded that I am to leave this city,
In which I have breathed for five years.
I do not kiss the one whom I will never meet again.
I try to cry, but they don't really flow, not really.
No sodium cheeks.
Maybe I am happier, maybe this is the point.
Society has numbed me, I'm afraid.
"I've finally got to her, that bitch!"
I take it a consolation,
That compared to the rest of the bricks in this machine,
At least I saw it coming.

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