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Some call it love and some call it sex.
opposites.
Call it what you want, but with one touch and you’re gone, so call in sick.
Human politics, from whispered hushes and distant crushes.
Mental fits breakin’ pencil tips and
inkin’ brushes.
Simple rushes.
God makes man and this is the devil's finishing touches.
- Butterfly Effect -
I wish I had superpowers.
Then people might think I'm special, that I'm something more.
I could save the day, be relevant, feel needed, feel triumphant.
I could taste something other than failure.
Although,
judging from my personality, I would most likely end up having invisibility as my superpower.
It sounds cool enough, being invisible.
But would it make me any different than before?
I guess it wouldn't.
♥ 10:56 PM
