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you are imagination____which is fascination turned Geometric Shape (the line 
connects_follow
it for it never ends) the alphabet forms itself, you see, each time the mouth opens 
and curves 
around in-between through each and every letter. it's okay, it's natural. it has been 
explained
and tamed and framed and stuck on the wall. 
dictators are loved. what makes them so wrong is
that the love they receive is merely FEAR and DISEASE looking for dead hope. 
the coping mechanism
i obtained wasn't anything new, nothing they haven't shaken their heads and 
sighed at before, 
but the strange thing was that i took it as encouragement.
YOU'RE SCARING US YOU'RE LOSING OUR TRUST YOU'RE CAUSING SO 
MUCH OF A FUSS
roll the eyes take it like it wasn't said, and haha, i told them to JUST WAIT (one 
day i'll be dead).
who is the winner then, i wondered, the murderer the suicider the homicider the 
normal?
i remember it all instantly, triggered and kept by the sound of a phone off the 
hook, a phone you
know everyone is calling- everyone is asking themselves as the call doesn't go 
through Is This It?
i like to be the storyteller, the one in front of the audience, keeping everyone on 
the edge of their seats
as the story's turbulence confuses and enraptures. ends are said simply, taken 
delicately, they under
stand after a while. they must feel so lucky, listening as if it were fiction and 
tossing it around
as something that could never happen. mistaken as 'too good to be true', and 
meant (please,
keepthisbetweenyou&me) abstractly as just the opposite. if the protagonist is 
victorious, the 
reality is that we're all doomed. it's okay, it's not meant for the logical.
deja vu, we've all heard this before, it's the TALE OF THE CENTURY which 
repeats and repeats
every following minute. they were heartbroken, you see, they lost their loved one, 
they tried
to stop her tried to KEEP HER FROM HERSELF &continued miserably thinking 
they were
justified. as i see it-- they were pissed that i missed the free throw.
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