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i am nothing like you know me and i have forgotten why i looked into your eyes. you are hideous and i hate you. i hope you die slowly, i hope you feel every aspect of pain and when life seeps through your teeth, i hope it chokes you, ever. so. gently.

you are an illusion, you are not me. you are a mirage, you are not me.
aesthetic value is nothing, you are made of clay and i shall paint upon you, a face.
lifeless and misunderstood, you will understand ambiguity.

be careful not to shatter.
you will chip, you will crack.
finally, you will decompose.
we will forget the whereabouts of your stone.
we have forgotten the whereabouts of your yard.
I will paint you a new face, it should be grave.
I suspect.