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hey. how have you been? i've been busy selling out
look at me
oh the golden days when i used to string pretty words together
the hammer behind my words, the terrifying echoes of something immortal, invisible, all-powerful
and then i remember this thing called my voice and you called it unique
i censored it sometimes because it tore shit apart and
now i talk and talk and say nothing at all
but they say i'm pretty
they say
i say
my bird bones say
my phone is a parade of endless monosyllabic conversations
"hey
hey
what's up
not much wbu
same
sweet lol"
every day
every day i meet a progression of people who don't find me intimidating,
eccentric, terrifying, or real
i ain't special, but i'm cool
lol. you should laugh at me. out loud. you really should.
look at me, message me, but are you
listening?
no. i'm censored, muted, maimed
oh wait look another snapchat
i gotta go be cool now
ttyl darlin