Dying Destiny
Help... the same brute keeps reappearing, reeked in disgust, such a topic needs to be thoroughly discussed.
Life is just spiraling out of control, losing my grip, attempting to get a nice hold, chewed out n told before I wouldn't go anywhere n grow old n waste away like smelly mold.
I can sense my soul crying out for assistance but I don't need an assistant yeah, I'm growing distant because no one would even go the extra distance forever paying it forward without so much as a thanks because I insisted.
Kinda done, conquering YouTube could be legendary its so daring although if you asked me do I care anymore about what outsiders think... Barely. Gotta change that alright to fairly then in eight months question me again on how I'm fairing.
Work? A job? I kicked that habit I possess all the tricks to the trade like trix the rabbit.
I wanna wake up, grind and stunt, turn off the lights grab the nes gun n massacre every bird on duck hunt.
Support? Where? Currently still searching, these trials are gradually hurting. My performance has slowed, supposedly I baited for clicks when I really didn't know, am I overexaggerating when it sounds like I'm running out of places to go?
Okay, maybe I flew off the hinge a bit, whatever it is i'm experiencing I still won't quit.
The second another test erupts I take cover, hide and duck, sometimes I really do think I suck trapped six feet under by grave digger's monster truck.
Thanks for listening I covered some valid points time to appoint n face the beast head on treaded this road far too long cuz the old me's dead and gone!
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