Ranting me

I was born in the nineties. I was lost and I was found. Dead. Bloated. Lovely.


I was told to keep myself. So I built a keep to put myself inside. And keep it from everyone.


The world is beautiful, You're not.
The world is funny. You're not.
The world is special. You're not.
The world is. You're not. You were and your place is in someone else's memories. Don't take that from them.


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