whether it's sky high,
or rock bottom,
you'd never want to heave a sigh,
or be infatuated with the unknown.
you'd love to live life on the edge,
self-fufilling prophecy has always been a friend.
but in a second you'd be accounted for the realities,
that would happen without intent.
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life is confusing and i want it to end.
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