Fuck all of you.
Remember me poorly if you must.
Nothing was very good but
there will not be anything from me again.
If this seems tragic, upon request I will refer you
to someone else who did it better.
This is tiring. In the whole world there are not enough drugs.
Hope is the construction crew on a highway when you don't own a car.
The other gods are dead and my vain wings are failing with the morning.
If you find a feather in the ocean's foam, remember my fall.
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