mood swing
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Let’s go! I’m ready
Sleep is for the weak
It’s going to be lit
Eh, it’s alright
It could be better
It smells weird in here
Why is it so hot
Stop pushing me
Get off of me
I hope that you burn
Reeling, tears streaming,
Gargling mother's milk to forget.
I hope that you ache,
Shaking, skin bruised,
Wishing for softer skin and less regret.
