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the anti-me to the anti-you
it can't be like this but i can't stop it
the stranger blond quixote
who traveled south with an existence fucked
lonely nights drawing down tears
over her broken life and her broken luck
you had to re-stack the deck
between us a strange form of evolution
that i can deny myself
anti-acceptance of an anti-solution
i pray i am fucking delusional and you don't see this at all
i hate how you can quiet me under your thumb
i hate how you make me so fucking dumb