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national
I don't believe in unity anymore. I believe in discord and madness and the color grey.
chivalry
Chivalry should never have existed at all. Don't look down my shirt and pretend you believe in equality, because I've looked down yours and your manly breasts just don't inspire me.
shattered
I used to think if I loved you enough, you'd learn to love yourself. But you rubbed off on me and no one got loved and a lot of people got anxiety. I thought you could love me god I can't love myself and fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.
flailing
I can't contain myself Neither can anyone else. I am falling and exploding and flailing and failing. Fuck it.
fatigue
I don't know a damn thing. I'm so tired and so lost. I am frigid and terrified and I make bad choices to hide these things. I just want you to tell me you love me One time.
willed
I can't make you do anything. Just know that when I look into your face, a tiny flame ignites in my chest, and I'd do anything to make you smile. Or to kiss you. But I can't make you do anything.
sanctity
You keep in within the white walls, The golden alter, Sinners and saints. I keep it in the sunlight, and the ridges of my fingernails and The sky. I keep it in myself.
learn
It all comes down to experience. But I'm too contained. Teach me how to be like you.
plays
They say the whole world is a stage. If it is, I'm not destined for the theatre. The lights are too bright and the audience never claps. I sweat in the spotlight. The lamps wash out my face. I'm not destined for the theatre.
ancient
And to think That today my life could be half over and I wouldn't know it. Read the history books, children.
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