his scribbles
his drawings
there's something not right about him.
and i can't fit in with the rich or the poor
so i travel back and forth in my black bubble
not sure where i belong
and i get a chestpiece in color out of spite
and then i hate it because i realize it's not what i wanted at all
they're forever
so i try to be okay with it
but i'm not.
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