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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    teenage girls

    disgusting and decrepit

    maintaining youth and good posture at all times

    selling souls and skin for fleeting moments of happiness

    oh how I hate those teenage girls

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    consistent day dreamers

    like shifting shadows moving across walls and space

    I constantly reflect everything and everyone

    daydreamers like to envision a new world

    one where every cog in the machine does its job

    we get tired of being the mirror

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