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Dear shithead,

This isn't happening;
The sky is really falling,
The paint's all made of lead,
There's asbestos in the walls,
Hell's coming to rip off the doors
To your priveleged heaven.
Do you want to love and feel it?
You can look but you can't taste it.
You can reach but you'll never have it.
We are untouchable;
Untouchable is something to be.

Comments

[___snails]

i just saw you outside of panera bread.
and you looked lost.
and i was like "wtfff?!?"
then you disappeared.
the end.