i whine a lot in my self propelled armageddon fixation, wonder why what flows out is so acrid.like my fingers were pipes connected to a factory, my mind, letting this pollution ooze into the sea.LOVELY the world doesnt have to matter or weigh in because its just a you and i am only small because i learned the word was me.the world was me but i am
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