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Apr 19
Something about the high life always
seems to get under my skin.

Call me naughty,
but whenever I see those
monstrous columns
and slicked marble floors
with gold trim in the crown molding
and ivory steps leading to a forbidden
getaway breakfast club with an island vibe,
thoughts just flood through my mind
and rinse it thoroughly in champagne.
-What gives?
Being pampered is a gorgeous thing
and I wouldn’t give up living a
gorgeous life for anything except love
and world peace, although I see them both as two sides of the same coin.
I may not be the devil,
but I do love the concertos of affection
that spring through my heart
whenever the world around me
is filled with hidden smiles and
careless laughter.
Sights and thoughts like these
would normally tell me that the world
is fine and all is well, at least they used to.

I see opulence nowadays and all I feel
is the pinch of guilt mixed in with a dash
of utter hopelessness.
Most beautiful things are hideous-
EVERYTHING EXPENSIVE IS HIDEOUS!
Human lives mean nothing to a world
that allows people to slave away in
sweat shops for scraps to cater towards a comfortable lifestyle that they will never know.
These people build beautiful ensembles
that they will never see.

****, I lost my train of thought.

Whatever I was saying, it was probably
really important and dear to me,
but I’m a clutz when I type for too long.
Something about seeing my reflection
in the black mirror under me
tends to send my soul through a vortex
of jet flames. It really hurts and easily distracts me, but I’ll try to pay more attention.

Anywho, we should really be stimulating
the world economy by redistributing
different resources such as money and water that way we can all have peaceful, comfortable lives filled with love and affection. If you can’t agree with that, you’re an *******. Type of people we like to call bigots around my block and people like that don’t really tend to stick around.
We do though.
The different, the outspoken, the hidden,
the yet-to-be-chosen.
We’re late bloomers, sure,
but god put us here to kick *** and
you bet yours that we will.

Wait.
This is goodbye.
I’m leaving this letter here
so that you can read it.
Please, read it with an open heart.
It’s really important, ready?
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LOVE YOURSELF AND THE TRUTH WILL SET YOU FREE, NO MATTER HOW SCARY YOU THINK IT IS!!!!!!!

bye!
Marla
Written by
Marla  20/MTF/In the Music
(20/MTF/In the Music)   
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