unnerved.
what an odd way to find out that i am real to the touch. i never knew before. i feel like vapor in this world... the lonely artist goes unseen, how natural.
i'm invisible and saved by the night.
no amount of wealth can save your soul. in my short years, i've seen things that would break your soul. drink your lattes hot, take your shots on ice. get your street cred, eat your apple. try so hard that you die, be that martyr. suck that face, dream big young one. die big. be that hit they wish they missed.
our burdens are our freedoms.
we are only too rich to see..
but i digress...
can you see it?
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