I enjoy my hair a million times more
When I actively go out of my way
To mess it up at the end of each day.
I pretend to be Marla Singer
With the big-city background outside my window.
"I met you at vert strange time in my life"
Boom! Crash!
The witch's monologue, too.
But I'm in no mood for anarchy.
Just laptop selfies, though they should be out of character for me.
I no longer care about what my character is written as.
I've evolved and I've already stepped out that door.
Anyways, this might be a thing now
Since I must purge my computer of the gigabytes held in those pictures I've secretly taken.
Some say it's selfish.
And yeah it is.
But at least I'm owning up, I suppose.
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