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EmilyJulianne

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American Dream

We are children of the night. Born into a crumbling era, we seek anything to make us feel alive while the world around us dies. Like vampires we awake, arise, into the streaming sunlight of our own demise. Shaking sleep from the vast plains of our mind’s eye, we realize that we cannot live the dream that was fed to us, the promises that were made, the lies that were spun. We were born in the pitch black, and all that we know of the world was whispered into our ears and painted before our eyes. And so we grew up with grandiose dreams of wonder, happiness, and security, all seemingly within our grasp. We were swaddled in a comfortable dr

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American Dream

We are children of the night. Born into a crumbling era, we seek anything to make us feel alive while the world around us dies. Like vampires we awake, arise, into the streaming sunlight of our own demise. Shaking sleep from the vast plains of our mind’s eye, we realize that we cannot live the dream that was fed to us, the promises that were made, the lies that were spun. We were born in the pitch black, and all that we know of the world was whispered into our ears and painted before our eyes. And so we grew up with grandiose dreams of wonder, happiness, and security, all seemingly within our grasp. We were swaddled in a comfortable dr

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i. We met at the bottom of the bottle, the crossroads between dizzy and carefree. You went swirling and bubbling down my throat, and into my veins: intoxicating. My stomach twists and my breathing stutters, your name just behind my tongue. I taste you and feel sick, my heart racing, lungs heaving. I try to kill the taste with more coffee, a bland smoke, or another obvious lie. But you're like a spark to dry tinder, and I've been set ablaze. I can't filter you out. I breathed you in greedily, again and again. Now the fire is lit and I dance in the flames like a sinner. Your coals are lodged between my ribs, spreading fire across my chest and

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