the dirtiest things in life are free

then you inhale and you squirt
and he kisses before and he listens
and he reads
and you make out with a cute stranger
and you live on and try to live up

and the white pill lets you down over and over again
reconstruct the image in you feeble little mind
reinvent the poetic destruction of the angry kindergardener inside
the one that nothing could solace
but that stayed quiet and obedient the whole time

let the tears flow like honey today
when the sun is up
the refreshment of somekind of victory
not yet sure what

just breathe for the ones whose gigantic prism has collapsed
and left you with a blaring burning white light
regain what you have never let yourself feel again
and build an esteem without being "taken".

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