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After the funeral we partied
We drank
We lost ourselves
We cried with laughter
And sobbed with grief
And with each drink
We lost our layers,
Let down the hair,
that protected our souls
And in that moment we were stars
Light years apart from the world,
from the normal people
But we were falling stars
crashing,
hurtling
towards the Earth
Burning brighter,
hotter
The fire consuming us
The pain our drug
We were becoming our true selves
The despised
The slaves
The broken
We are the broken glass
The crumpled paper
The ones who are desperate to be loved
But we won’t crash
Because to crash
is to ruin what we built for ourselves
Our glass kingdoms would fall
to the ground
To crash would be
vulnerable
To let them in
Our demons
So we drink to feel the burn
to come so close to the world,
the reality,
the truth that we hide from
To come crashing to Earth,
but to pull back at the last moment
And tomorrow we’ll wake up
Put our clothes on
And with the clothes
Our hair will go back up
And with each layer we put on,
With each motion to perfect our hair
We’ll go back,
farther into space
Until we’re light years away again