yes mother. feed them to me on a silver spoon along with chocolate ice cream, high-carb smoothies, peanut butter. prick me with a plastic sword and pour them into my hollow veins.
you don't have to tell me that i am jonah in this dark fish belly life. you don't have to remind me that my world is navy blue. and you don't have to point out that the one splash of golden has long since joined the sunset in alaska.
i know i need endorphins.
i need sleep more.
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