Saturday, October 15, 2011

Generic

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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