i keep going out of habit
there is nothing out there for me
your world with its pixel people
grouped into herds by beauty
please someone prove me wrong
but this time
this time mean what you say
don't coddle me out of pity
friends don't let friends
is just a budweiser ad
home is where the heart is
is printed on pillows
i fall within acceptable losses
a write-off of depreciation
my debt is your salary
your selfish charity is obvious
merely a name in your book
a non-existent picture
with a faked smile
have you ever
covered up everything
but the eyes?
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