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the son of donald – applause كلمات اغاني

tires screech outside. dude 2 stands up. there’s a small crash outside

yelling

voice: freeze!

gunshots

the boy and dude 2 look at each other

and then they weren’t looking at each other
.
.
.
the boy sits there in his infinity pool

or is it his bed?

the hospital’s?

his eyes are closed. heavy. he floats in this darkness for a minute

…how did i get here?

he’s lost in thought. only his memories keep him company

everyone he’s met. e ve r y g irl. e v e r y n i g h t

the same

the boy (re: himself): what if… roscoe’s wetsuit doesn’t mean anything? i mean you could search for the meaning all you want and still not find it. what’s the point?

… i don’t know

… but i want to know

somewhat satisfied with this conclusion, the boy opens his eyes; still black. like the blood outside the club… and unlike the beamer (weird, huh?)

…the internet doesn’t die

…but i’m not the internet

the boy: no one is the internet. and no one hasn’t seen that video. it’s not popular. not right now anyways. it’s past its time

…it was a great time

the boy realizes he has just become obscure

…who are you?

another meme to add to the m-sses. a figure no one will care about or remember in a month, year, ten years, 100 years, the age of the universe. forever
(“ms. jackson”)
forever, ever? forever, ever?

…why do you even care?

the boy: (laughing/whisper) i’m dead yo…

the boy: [open mouth/distressed eyebrows emoji] you have to help me! please help me! please help me! please…

…it’s been a privilege

… (breath)…..(breath)………….(breath)..

he’ll never read this sentence

guy with a sorta-annoying high-pitched voice: this is a story about how i learned something and i’m not saying this thing is true or not, i’m just saying it’s something i learned…

the boy(?): we’ve done this before

(flips back through the book)

- the son of donald

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