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[hxc_like_gum]

And I,
I wish that I,
could sanctify, or realize why I must,
compromise, my lust
in every action that I make,
if someone's gonna take... offense,
or be angry at, the way I think or feel,
or be enraged over the slightest spill-
of my maculate opinions on life.
And even though day by day,
were coming closer to feeling the same
or walking or talking and looking alike
It makes me wonder if I should even bother
trying to take in air,
and if these damn machines are starting to breath
now that I have lost my teeth
and I wonder if everything will...still be

I'd like to know alot of things

I'd like to think I know one thing for sure...

but I'd like to also be certain of it...

Was it you, 300 something long days ago, who told me what they wanted to be?

and if it was then why...why would you say that?