I want you to grow up with me. With structure and support.
I want you to live with me. Not dream.
I dreamt.
I know.
It isn't real.
You're stuck on a phase that you can't outgrow.
Stuck with a fever you can't sweat out.
Do yourself a favor and go to a tattoo parlor.
Get "generic" tattooed across your forehead.
You're nothing but a carbon copy.
Generic.
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