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I'm the only one (Star Child)


 I enjoy playing word games like clue and people love my humor

I just  found out on the internet that my brain could have a big tumor

knowing science like i do is very complicated methods that happen

if you heard my full story of what's going on you wouldnt be clappen

I have a mailformed sketal hand that is used for body science theroies

My inergestion bloated problem I have and my sinius infection carries

I took seroius breathing techniques durring my stay in a medical room

I been known for displays I do in drama class which is acting I assume

I connect with outhers on my verbal talent that i have in my damage head

my Star Child Skull is just almost like a alien invention that went to shred

my fantastic ideas which maintains no memory for social justice themes

my ears intend to give out with noisy ringing and demonic worship screams

my first impression as I walk in a elevator my body cant take the gas

the fluids in my empty stomach is upset and the drainage from my ass

medicinces that are describe to me from my doctor is complety crap

when its sundown I take 400 miligrams of serquel to help me nap

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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