fuckmylife
Palms are sweaty weak knees arms are heavy there's vomit on his sweater already mom spaghetti on the surface he looks calm and ready to drop bombs but he keeps on forgetting what he wrote down the whole crowd goes so loud he opens his mouth but the words won't come out he's choking how everybody's joking now times up over blow snap back to reality oh there goes gravity oh there goes rabbit oh he choked but he won't give up that easily nope. Finish it
