Esteem
Born and raised in stilettos, my bones, electric, and nerves, feel nothing. Sipping on my cup of anti-depresso, cops come running, brains jamming custard, I'm the insane bastard, another mother loving, father scarring human rat man. In the trash can my failed dreams and a used condom.
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