Death of a Music Fan

I was a fan of these obscured sounds.
The bubblegum garbage had afflicted me for far too long.
I thought I had some kind of identity set apart from others. Shame how I was bullied just for actually liking things. All I could do was internalize these emotions lest I blow up and I end up looking like the bad guy. After all this time, I shed this makeshift skin and destroyed my fandom. Albums, memorabilia, band shirts…were all set ablaze.

Now no one can insult me ever again. I will be reborn to insult those that dare find enjoyment in music.

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