(orginal image)
Fuck This Shit .
flaws that could ruin my reputation, this actuality;
undermining this body, more loss of any stability.
carved in worries crucify over this current by far.
keeper of these circumstances, the trance's cigar.
this has become a problem, i am now aware.
higher and higher to realization got me there.
isn't it witty how it was all nothing a while ago?
suddenly, it matters, suddenly it is that logo.
soberly trying to care, but i don't spare a dare.
heading in what direction, i don't know the fare.
intuitively inhaling toxic, a little ataractic spiver.
through the lungs of my liver, this note did deliver.
;[signed]
really,
there's just nothing else left to do or say .
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