Freeze dried, built up, and modelled after me
A walking imitation of the saddest moments
In my short and weary life
Damn, I love being pure concentrated sadness
Makes me a carefree, footloose, and without a fuck to give
Isn't that the description of the wild teenage youth
Without the weeping sorrowful self indulgence
Because all my tears have been removed
And put to better use as kidneys and spleens
No need to weep tears that don't matter
They are a part of who I am
Unlike the fucks I have given away
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