by Courtney Edwards
There’s a lot to be depressed about when you’re a lonely fruit fly and you can’t take the heat, walking slower toward the scientist’s open flame because you see the inevitable burn on your tiny body and still you must move forward Through magnified eyes they observe your listless legs hesitant wings helplessness. Calculating sadness, Serotonin levels of neurotransmitters. promptly prescribing Prozac, offering alcohol. but they won’t quench the fire.
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