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E P I G R A P H

Pretty faces hid the
ugliest desires,
taking sides,
igniting virtual wars,
smearing futile drama
over this ink-blotted map
of a potential-packed platform;
the outside world conquered
the heavens that we built
as a sanctuary.

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J A W B R E A K E R S

This was no longer a haven;
it cracked open its disguises
like eggshells colliding the tiles
unveiling a pool of lava
that would commence
to bring an end to friendships
and even lives.

Why were you still convinced
that this was all
a sultry touch from paradise?
Escape your lair, see the sun,
experience the translations
of the unspoken mirth
of teenage parties in real life.

For whatever disasters
that could crash this entire city,
I would cut through
the jawbreakers,
the boulders,
and the thunderstorms;
I would fight my way up
to the peak of the mountain
and open up the curtains
for everyone to be blessed
with rays of truth.

Were delusions a part
of your cells?
Couldn't you see that
this was simply
an online reading platform?
Listen to me:
this place is not America;
you cannot make it great again.

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[ one of the girls that this
book is dedicated for, my
ex-crush, is a writer
on wattpad. back
in december, there were
hate accounts designed
to spark feuds between us.
this entire chapter is my
poetic view of what had
become of wattpad. ]

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