Something so remarkably unfamiliar I just can’t attain it. Such a shame the ingrates so flagrantly profane it. I can’t wrap my minds eye around this ill twist of fate, that so remarkable thing that so easily fades to hate. I piled up too much resentment leaving no room on my plate while I stuffed my mouth full of sarcasm which left a nasty cynic after-taste. And the resulting indigestion was impossible to placate with that thing that’s just the opposite of hate. I tried to wash my mouth out with hope and scrub my teeth with a dream but when I spit out the remnants there was still a plaque of low self-esteem. And now I can’t seem to smile because I’m heaving up bile. I wish these teeth would grow back like when I was a child. Guaranteed I won’t go back for seconds, never mind thirds I downed a bottle of peptic and it calmed my nerves.
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