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you gave me cardboard

and I trusted it like stone.

my foundation,

the first things I learned -

the cornerstones of my

literal personality.

I had to build on

something, so you

made sure to lay the

bullshit on early.

I was born onto

cardboard, a false

floor, a facade.

any time I breathed

in deeply, you needed

reassurance that

my footing wasn't

too solid.

you would destroy it,

take it away,

dissolve it like

cardboard.

the necessary fallback,

of course, was

the cult, the majority.

the weak pile of puppets

on a s****y cardboard

stage.

not even all

my friends could

convince me of that

bullshit.

the arguments were

paper, they folded

in the wind.

they disintegrated

in the rain.

I would rather

have nothing,

than pretend that

your religion is real.