"Are you crying?"
"No!" I mean 'yes'. I hope my mascara runs so it looks likes a black swell of rage and feelings and feverous love is flowing down my cheeks, like a black river. My favorite color, representing the blood of this unlucky rabbit, whose blood that was spilt in this sick house, surrounded by this even sicker suburb, and now lying stiffly on my plate, reeking of unloving culture.
Oh, easter bunny, you have made the real sacrifice today. This is what happens to people who dress in brighter colors and allow their emotions and thoughts of happiness to surface. This is what happens when you share with others. You should have hidden away those emotions like you do your eggs. Then you would still be alive. A prisoner like me, but alive. Maybe your the lucky one.
No! My tears and my love for you are strong enough to bring about another easter resurrection.
Jesus, I know you like to wear white robes, but your hair hides your face. You have emo in you! Help me bring the easter bunny back to life with my tears, with my love, with my emo love!
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This chocolate egg is like my life-- no shiny wrapper. Just a dark, hollow shell. My life is empty. My thoughts and emotions are all I have. When will the world be ready to be shared with?
"You broke my shell! All that's left is emptiness."
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