your teeth hurt. too much candy. your body hurts. too much soda. September feels like August. the heat bubbles your soul, a soul empty and spent with rage. you can't stand it anymore. you can't stand. your personality is lost amongst your masks. he is there. he is the extra. he's been where you've been. you are lying in a gutter. figuratively. and literally. he is the hope. he is the answer. he gives you the power. he is the universe. he is the phoenix risen again. he made me type this right now.
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