Finally

Written by Jacob Ibrag

You called me an android, a sub human

being emotionally stunted. Your words plowing into

me like an eighteen year old bottle of wine that can finally

give consent to being tasted. And it’s divine and delicious, the

way those authentic letters drip from your lying lips. After all

of these years of forced smiles on social media, you finally

realized that nobody really cared. A decade of likes

with no working heart to receive it.

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