The only way to be authentic these days is to stay at home during the blackout.
The only way to have ideals these days is to confess you're a poser.
The only way to be heard is by finishing your lines with a shot to the head.
My first memory is a house I never lived in.
My first love hates me.
Me first.
All is full of grace.
All is vanity with these ideas about authentic ideals and loves that kill...
and it all fades away.
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