This is how we bring about our own damnation, you know—by ignoring the voice that begs us to stop. To stop while there’s still time.

You think I am shy 
I am being smart 
to safeguard self 
from the future 
fade of smile.
Create laughter 
and never smile on it again,
or create a smile 
and laugh all your way,
Play!
Never play!

My mullet was an insecurity shield. My mullet was an ethnic hatchet. My mullet was an arrow on fire.  My mullet said to the literary world, "Hello, you privileged prep-school assholes, I'm here to steal your thunder, lightning, and book sales.

Single ray is enough to form a ethnicity
If it thinks of!

Written By epigrammatic_one

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