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im laying on my floor drowning in the thoughts of horrid that drench my tear stained carpet. laying on my back, bearing all i rip out my soul and throw it at the wall. it sticks like overly cooked spaghetti and reminds me of a zebra, with a desk lamp attached to its back. as the purple could swirls around me beckoning me to come play i ask you one question
do you know the muffin man?
do you know the muffin man?