I used to think there was something so cruel
about allowing life in this world
We’re all strangers
a blank canvas, obliterated, violated
indoctrination at such a young age
then grow into life so blue and enraged—
I strive for perfection, so I project it
Call me a neat freak, or a freak of nature
having sex unprotected
but no one’s getting pregnant
I watch myself leave
something I would’ve never expected
but I’m at peace, joyful
It’s not my business
so I don’t have to be loyal to the idea
I’m happy for you
but it’s one of those instances where
I don’t think this circumstance is worth my time
So after I cut the cord
get your tubes tied
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