this is the part where i hold up my hands, clean white slates. this is the part where i stand wide-eyed, not holding any secrets behind veiled lids. this is the part where i take a step back, not wanting to step on the poison that you indulge in.
im pushing. in a futile, two-armed, stiff motion. forcing everything that isnt positive out of my life. so many of you are caught beneath my stiff palms. i want to smash some. i just want to expell others.
so long, astoria.
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