This some sad boy shit
Never really been on olio I'm back on my thought over Somber, I'll write tomorrow Just right porridge for the horror The course unfolding Is there some holy origami that is much larger than me? just entropy I bet The trees will see my innards effervesce in 80 years or less In endless dirt den I will never meet my dead friend Regardless will go zen into the next day Every morning is electric boogaloo Every corner is the crux or the crucible Some je ne sais quoi to it Some head on some shoulders no specific measurements Just bits of code to execute like myosin No time or device for rewinding with, Or reminding of I might forgot but the emptiness remains Imagination stencil, a user friendly pencil but Thinking sense six 'll fix is not sensible or sane The page that made every face look twisted and deranged is pasted on my brain This some sad boy shit I never felt colder Try to better the ulcer, But wonder when it gets worser The future feels like playing solitaire without a full deck brain cells lost their school of fish or wolfpack Most the time I feel that life is full of gifts Right now I feel that life is bullshit
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