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Aug 2016
something, somewhere
no matter who you are
would scream at your figure
find you a monster
you may not be perfect
you must not be perfect

at some point the universe not only feels
guilty
for creating you
but it judges you vile,
horrifying, even.

get used to this, child
your dream is a selfish one
rejected by God
thrown down to your current state.
it's you screaming, really.
Written by
Sometimes Starr  Another place
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