inferior to the faces hanging over me you choose to join them i remain unaccepted so what's left for us. . . paper mache
conversations so what is left for us back to the nothingness we started at i've devoted a world and you can't spare me pity your
words have threaded this web of rejection i can only promise that i will unmask the faces hanging over me (the only thing i will
ever be is a memory)
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