The sad part is no one wants to talk to me

They have their messages they send

Which, where, why

When it is time

But no content, per se, but poeticism

They IM me

They shove it down my throat

They want things

I don’t

want things

But they want things

Distinctly different

Oh isn’t this plain

Just testing out a new style

Breaking walls, as per the usual

Breaking walls

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