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I am an inductee

into the pantheon of losers

where weakness and contrition

are our most forefront of qualities.

I forget of a time when

I longed to be an adult

making decisions that would shape

the world and future of the

ones I hold in highest esteem.

Now I know that responsibility

is overrrated and will kick you

in the face when you are

already on the ground, bleeding and dying.

It will laugh while you scream,

feeding on the fears that emanate

from every tired pore, in a time

where sweat is as precious as gold.

So I stand on my podium

lauding my fellow fools that

embarked on a hero's journey

to become lovers, warriors, legends;

and instead became fascimiles of what they hate,

thin and flammable as kerosene-soaked cardboard.

Clap. Snap a picture, so you can remember me.

I'll never return.