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Can you stop scrollling 
And listen?
Or is that impossible 
At this hour of the day?
But are you truly OK,
Cause your mind seems gone.
Cause I'd be honored to help ya'll get it back

When I think of president, the word,
I think not of the president, 
But of presidents.
Presidents of small town clubs,
And of library boards,
And the PTA,
And how I never was one,

I hate when they think I'm this dumb
Or when they think this is dumb 
Or my opinion is usless
Because that emoji means whatever I want it to
And I can be as sus as I want,
And love who I want, 
And I can hate them too

My feet slap the pavement hard and I imagine they're slapping you
My hair brittle and feels like it'll break off into a million peices.
I'm drenched in sweat and it's December.
Everwhere I turn looks the same, yet no de ja vu

I chipped off a part of love, 
Not caring i'd chipped of a chunk of myself as well. 
And don't worry, I'm not asking for anything back.
Because you've made my life a fairytale 
Instead of a bad soap opera

Why does this fairytale have a taffy like taste to it,
Getting stuck in my teeth
While my brain pays a visit to the depths of hell. 
Can't I stay in the safety of the mainland?