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Yuzu
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2023-04-25
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It looks like
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you and I
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will be parting ways soon,
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Yuzu.
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You saw me through both colleges
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in Hell
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and on that sunny hill,
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pushing through Fryer's Inferno
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under the gaze of a manager who told
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me to go kill myself all the way to this
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cubicle where I sit in terror's grip
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and not a moment less.
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You witnessed my dysphoria peak,
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the first time Jett reached
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out a hand to raise me from the sheets
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even though then I did not yet know her name,
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chaotic blood's first fallout, the blame,
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escaping mid-night with every written work I could lay
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claim to. You knew me as Rinea, Ikky, Lucine,
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my legal name, my throwaways, Lethe.
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You saw me poke at the universe's edges, analyze
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myself under a microscope
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flipped around, freak out at every new surprise,
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its possibilities, its burdens, its fresh sorrow.
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And what is the reward for this? A box
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in the mail from the carrier,
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packed up soft
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and tender
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and given to the nice lady at the post office.
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After that? Could be anywhere.
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Recycled and stripped for minerals
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or refurbished and sent to the other side of the world.
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Someone less fortunate who can't afford newer.
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I hope her soul shines
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bright
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like mine.
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I hope she's a girl
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in bitter need of a drastic life change.
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Who knows, maybe our paths will cross some day.
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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