Green Apple // Blue Raspberry
I like green apple jolly ranchers, and I am different
I told them
I yearned for him to pick me out
To see me as separable
Identifiable
I did not enjoy the glorified blue raspberry
Hell no
I liked green apple
I was unique
But he-
Wanted the blue raspberry
I heard that individuality is dead
Creating your individual aesthetic is purely mediocre
He will always want the blue raspberry
And you
You will always be the green apple
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