v-o-i-d

and she would make no difference at all.

the day someone cast a deep bruise in her pale neoliberalist face

then maybe she will think about speaking up.

just maybe.

definetely maybe.

meanwhile, she still isn't making no difference.

the old strange friends just left

'cause, you know, someday you got to go out there

and live.
even if your soul barfs at night the sun of the morning

you must face it.

now you're only someone friend's girlfriend.

you used to be much more.

not more, but real. and remembered.

nothing,

NOTHING will change the fact

a forgotten rat

with no destiny

no glowing past

just void.

void.

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