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| dearest friend, you cute little grain of rice, you!<br>oh, your catlike teary-eyed smiles can't fool us<br>there's a virtuosity to your craft, but did you<br>    think we'd be clueless?<br><br>you're unhinged. it seems like you're barely trying<br>when it comes to making your life fulfilling<br>cold, metallic lackluster dye belying<br>    dreams that you're killing<br><br>do you think you're some kind of fucking robot?<br>watching you's a labor of love for hatred <br>hearing you beat up on yourself as though not<br>    precious and sacred<br><br>you can hide away, but you're still a person<br>brains can still be bruised even at a distance<br>all of us belong to this same uncertain<br>    fleeting existence<br><br>look at me. i see you. can i be near you?<br>tell me, friend, what happened? we've heard the stories.<br>you're important. all of us want to hear you--<br>    archive your glories<br><br>can we find a way to share inspiration?<br>cluttered, cramped, this mess of a home, our planet <br>simply has no room for procrastination<br>    time's up, goddamnit<br><br>all of us know suffering, stress, depression,<br>post-traumatic something or other--don't we?<br>scrambled struggles, seeking success, suppressing<br>    certainty slowly<br><br>try to stand. move on from this shit. it's bonkers<br>you're allowed to hate it, but don't delay it<br>scars are but a map of the pains you've conquered--<br>    live! go display it!<br><br>at a standstill, one might as well be dying<br>what to do! the choices cry out to reach us<br>most of them, like tricks of the light, are lying<br>    envious creatures<br><br>crouching in the dark is a psychic lion<br>your cerebral labyrinth's paper-thin, though<br>sun gleams through, there's nothing to fear, so try and<br>    look for a window | |||
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