The hot breath against her lips melted the adhesive that had so unfairly held them shut.
She choked on the boiling propaganda that was being poured down her esophagus and spit out empty promises to her creator.
She no longer yearned to please them.
(dedicated to the girl who stopped hoping for a savior and became her own.)
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Academy Of American Bullshit
PoetryCollection of poetry, parts of short stories, and the occasional rant written by an artist who is angrier than she'd like to admit.
