Turn around and fix your eye in my direction, so there's a connection, I can't make a sound, staring at the reflection, the mirror crumbles into croissants with no butter because butter makes you fat and fat is ugly to the eye of the beholder, crush them with the biggest boulder until blood squirts in the eye of the criticism full of sarcasm and pride like a dive off the deep end of the ocean and blue is the color of the sleep that will come like a bolt of lightning in the frightening forest I feel so alone....
But I'll write until the lights go out...
because words last forever.
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