Fuck.
Shit.
God Damnit.
Why can't you just look and see me?
Well.

I know you can. 
Kinda Sorta. 
You just don't stop.
You don't consider looking at cracks.

The old school walls are a burgundy color that no one finds interesting.

Maybe once in awhile.
For a brief second.
Someone.

She was new in school, I think. 
Never saw her before until sophmore year.
Pretty outgoing....

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Surround me.

An Idola, who deserves the persecution that comes with 
the eyes of a hungry audience.

The Lion greedily roars, depraved in hunger and gifted with I, the sacrafice.
Big Top mentality, the bigger the crowd the thirstier for bile, that drips into the cotton candy machine.

I have crossed my eyes with x's, until I could be accused of a clown's facade.

I've 

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