and then came a baby girl with olive skin, and daddy said "you gotta show the world the thunder".
im mad, not in the raging way but more like in the unstable way. you think youre gonna stop me now. youre down on the ground and im gonna kick that last belief out of your mouth
and your parents bedroom is just armor you cant wear anymore and i dont shine like i did before. even the young ones become irrelevant by yesterday, they always bring up how i changed and i did at least twice a day. never the same person when i go to sleep or when i wake. we are all fighting growing old in hope of a few more minutes to turn it around and make st. nicks list. we are all just cave paintings, pinch yourself just to know you exist. theres a statute of limitations on the lawns of attractions, dont forget. lower your standards cause it aint gonna get any better than this. me and my "coffin sized friends", we're only fighting over the seat with the best view to watch the end. when i die please make me a legend so i dont have to come back and try again. look down, anyone can play a bad hand. god himself wouldnt understand my plans. im in production of reduction:artificially sweetened limelight. pryed so many shells open but only found sand inside. a wasp's wings are as good as a moths when theyre both in the pool turned upsidedown. ive got an obsession with legacy, being murdered, and seaside towns. ive screamed my insides out. im pretty sure i could live until forever and not know anyone
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life is steady. dont fail me.
ill stick out the rounds and wait for the count.
i love you.
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