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It is like ambrosia,
soft waves flowing over you.
One pop and you're complete.
That tick in the brain
that they believe made you insane
is now minute and disappearing.
And those desires
that are so unreal
the way they made you laugh,
the way they made you feel,
have all gone away.
You're a walking, talking
perfection in a bottle model.
You're empty and lifeless
but full of promise
to become the next big thing.
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