Suboptimal
Just ok
Just thanks way
Of saying yourwelcome
Dumb abd flacid
Weightless tho
Burning out before they know the
Secrets kept within my dreams
These tangable tourtures
Just a phasaude
I am my own god
I make heaven
Or I.bring you pain m
My choice is strung out
Human shit rolls from the clouds
And fucking loving it
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