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Narcissus was cursed
He could only love himself
He made friends with the frat boys
They loved themselves as well.
Narcissus went to parties
and bragged about his muscles
He tried to pick up women
People are like birds, except for one thing.
We both have young, watch them grow,
and when happy, we sing.
When asked why, we don’t know.
You all are followers
You seem to forget identity.
You all are in search of conformity
You seem to settle with docility.
Opinions are not for sale
They have gone out of style.
Here they come
Soldiers marching
Robots controlled by men in masks
Here they come
Mindless Bastards
Convinced by children
Hardboiled in water
Here they come
Be more open,
use less verbs,
no more repetition,
and less words.
Be more suspicious,
use smaller ending,
make characters relatable,
and less words.
Be more honest,
I will take hundreds before I find the perfect one.
It is imperative to pick the correct filter.
It needs to make me look tanner
while also concealing the bags under my eyes.
We inherited our fathers hatred
letting his words tattoo into our brains
and flow onto our tongues
every time we were bombarded with something new
these words fell from our lips
