glowstick


crack me soul open like a glowstick. 

shake me up until i glow.

but eventually i'll die out

and you'll replace me

with something prettier 

better

newer

or maybe you'll cut me open

to see what's on the inside.

or you'll leave me lying around in your room

chewing on my plastic until you get bored

and throw me

away.

 
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TheDemiDevil

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14 years old

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    your identity

    your self, and sense of self.

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