integrity you never had. plastic love filling your heart and you are not what you seem and exactly more than what you claim to be. washed out, burned out, highlighted make-believe. your castle of comfy sympathy, slurping happiness through a straw, waiting for the writing on the wall to say pretty things about you. i really hate you right now, i think i always have. i'm not a fan of your air head. preppy ships laced with dramatic scenes, music video clothing. dumpster diving in this glorious group of secrets; words to vamp up your advertising scheme, your dashingly outrageous venom, pouring into the scene, being seen in a dream, a crazy little word your planning to scheme - your religion is purely make believe. dressing up for something shocking, that you've placed in the couch cushions, stumble upon like a brand new find, your charades are good, you play them well. tactics of a crazy heart, a mind you've lost and haven't felt the need to find, a purse filled to the brim with nonsense, child like actions your trying to make sense. pretending to take drugs so you can act high, sipping soda so you can feel bubbly in front of the mirror, calling out people you've never even talk too so you can feast on the appetite of someones misery. misery of champions laced with phony accusations, a game of twister your just not interested in, watching you crumble.. your entire life. the theater is emptying, as we advert our eyes, for this train wreck keeps happening, and what a waste of our time.
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