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BondingFriends are like glue; / It's always so exciting / when they're brand new

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A Modern EpidemicA shallow man / will only date a model, / but at least he's

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Conservation of WorthCan hopes be destroyed if they are microscopic to the point of invisibility? What if they stop being created altogether? / Maybe hopes cannot be created nor destroyed; they just exist -- attach onto you, like parasites, and, once you realize they have been there, hoarding your energy, they leave you, leaving a hole in your soul. / However, quite possibly, these parasitic hopes do not leave us; maybe, they, like all matter, merely change form -- the hole in our souls becoming a dwelling for this new form: utter despair.

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Death By SuffocationBeing wrapped in blankets is a seemingly wonderful thing. You get all wrapped up, things are feeling grand, but one wrong movement and BAM: a swab of fabric unexpectedly covers your face. You squirm and try anything to get it off; to unwrap yourself, but, alas, you cannot--you're stuck. / Breathing becomes more and more difficult until you are completely suffocating. Suddenly, everyone walks away, aloof to what is happening; but wait--here's the catch: there are no blankets and there are people all around. / "What's wrong with you?" They ask.

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A Living NightmareSleepers will sleep; / Their minds shut off / To the world of pain

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NeverlandI'm afraid to "grow up" because that means I will have reached the end of my potential; it will mean that no matter what I'm doing, I will be doing it to "make a living" and then live that life that I'm supposed to want to live--except that I don't. / I'm supposed to spend eight hours, every day, doing a series of mundane tasks that I secretly wish I didn't have to do--that I secretly wish would somehow **** me--all for a paycheck that allows me to keep a roof over my miserable head and keep poison in my fat body to just keep on breathing so I can continue this cycle of attending this mundane job to pay for this living that feels so lifeless. / And for what? So I can go out a few hours a week and spend my extra time with other human beings--my extra time that I wish I could just spend without--and pretend, for their sakes, that I desire to be with them; that I desire to spend this time here, on this earth, performing for them and the world and everyone else?

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A Natural DeathAnxiety and depression / collide within me; / a tornado raging,

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A RevelationI do not want to be here / not a reference to this chair / nor wherever I am

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Go GreenI'm an environmentalist; / I keep my friends recyclable.

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An Unrequited LongingWhat a strange feeling / it is to want to die / The joyous surround

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