I’ve been in a lot of confusion. Realizations murdering my family. My imagination envisioning their death. I smell the future festering. Sickened by the stench my stomach does back flips, my vision blackens in-out and my lungs feel like an imminent implosion
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Very poetic indeed. I hope you're ok though? :)
I like those tired Beatles songs which you could just imagine listening to whilst stoned....y'know....I'm only Sleeping, Blue Jay Way, I'm so tired of course....etc.
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