FIFY

FIFY

FIFY

I forced my heart into the shape of your hate

I piled all of your shit upon my plate

I followed the leader

like a good soldier

thought it would fall away

as I got colder

I crushed your anxieties and snorted them

I cooked your expectations and mainlined them

I drank all the guilt and drowned in it

the questions I had are meaningless now

are you happy with black tied lies?

look at what you have done

look at what I have become

insignificant

I put it in my pipe and smoked it

dreaming of azure clouds and empty minds

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