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 kids see ghosts sometimes

stability without stasis

i cant concentrate

i cant focus

i cant rest

i cant say that

somethings are to never be metioned aloud

silence is music

ill die not expressing somethings

somethings are worth dying not knowing

ridiculous

i am so ridiculous

nothing about me is credible

i am god

what do you want from me?

im trying my best here

i really am

and if im lyin

im dyin

wellim dyin anyways

and im dyin to meet yeah

maybe through death will it all make sense

it cant be that simple

i know

it cant be that simple

i look down when i type

im addicted to the clicking and clacking

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it gets me every type

the noise

im a noisr whore

an audiophile

i dont make sense

nothing makes sense

we make the sense

but even our sense is senseseless

death to all reason

i killed him

gladly

proudly

and

most importantly

 

brutally

 

its all about the rhythm

 

if it aint got that swing

 

it dont mean a damn thing

 

short 

jabs

 

every time i hit the space bar

 

or any key in general

 

i am tapping into an infinite dimension

 

\filled with infinite dimensions

 

every time i touch a key

 

every time i conjure up a character

 

im etrified of magic

 

i have lieved through so many reprocussion to my actions

 

it makes me scared to act

 

so i act out things in my head

 

never taking physical action

 

feeling faggoty

 

blissful and sweet

 

sike

 

im always feeling ugly and gross

 

there has only been a few seconds of this life

 

in fact of all my life

 

where i havent felt icky and gross

 

its time for a change

 

there is no change

 

ony first and last resorts 

washed my faace and still got some crust left in my eye

left it there because i didnt want the soap to burn me

see 

i make sense sometimes

its all in hindsight and retrospect

the future doesnt exist for me

its a ghastly spectre

hanging over my head 

looming

taking away resources from the oh so near and dear precious present moment

maybe if i take my time on things, things will be better,

maybe if i slow down

like a nice goood stiff biff in between your legs

theres nothing like a dry fuck

rubbing your hairs together

carpet burning

not caring

because you have to

nnot because you want to

but because you have to

oh lord

i cant learn to regret it because i cant learn to mention it

 

i dont want to look at it

 

dont look at me

 

please dont look at me

 

look away now

 

please