Where did all the real ones go?
If there's one thing in the world I miss it's sincerity.
With the onset of age and the constant pressure to have more of nothing for the sake of unimpressive images something as queer as
the earnest affection of another human is something to guard with the ferocity of interstellar cosmic events.
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I spit bullets in my feet
Every time I speak
So I write instead
And still people want me dead
~msc
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