

"sugar""sugar""sugar"
they stand in neat rows, eyes hidden underneath lids as they turn their heads up to look at the ceiling.
soon, their arms creep up, too, palms open, reaching upwards, upwards-- but never grasping.
words fall from their lips with vigor as they sing off-key.
i'm singing, too, but distantly. the differences between us are striking, because they believe and i don't.
i turn away from all their reaching and singing and reaching with a thinly veiled sneer, as if it were indecent.
truthful
Sinned
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