My head feels like its being squeezed food and drinks tasteless am I supposed to be fearless evetything going going downward
It's hard to realize what was right when you are dying on the inside I need to pack up and go for a ride, go and hide unsure who's the one that lied yet, can't do anything about it now, oh wow not sure how but, evrything went south of the words that came out of my mouth and no matter how much I try I'll sit here lonely and die...
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Poetic Vato
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