graduation of sorts

Remove any option for yes and I will be happier

Maybe

I have beaded bracelets on my wrists which I don’t like much

They just aren’t mine so it makes them better

My body and guts and spit are decorated with life that isn’t mine

Tomorrow afternoon I will walk across that fucking stage like a sad mascot

That was right

Take away the idea that life is mine and watch how everything I love goes away


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