April 22, 2018
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Most days
I feel made of plastic.
With my plastic thoughts,
My plastic feelings,
My plastic smile.
You can take me,
And bend me,
Farther until I snap.
Where there was once unity
There will be sharp, separate edges,
In its place.

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