tiny pencil scribbles.
with a dash of pen and marker.
a splash of paint.
now with every mark,
there is a way to erase
and remake.
but i dont like this at all.
people change.
and consume others.
copy and paste.
i admire the authors
who dont change themselves
but expand...
they create more then just the ordinary
they make new people.
real people.
they live and breathe
you just sulk and complain
you just lurk at the bottem of the world
scavangering for food and taste
your just a barbaric cannibalistic machine
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