The Alternative Teenage Dream
And in my dreams
I’m on my deathbed
and you finally cry like you always swore you did behind your door
But beneath this veil of vyed illusion,
with the exception of excess love handles and a wicked wisdom tooth,
my body is not branded with terminal illness nor the visitation of your
voiced concern.
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