I collect scars

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5 months ago

Things can just roll over, smoking on that steam rollor, everyone everything is always over, im out of control to the point i could just kill over, in the set its gas till I send that lit match over ,now bitch thats an explosion, Nothing left over, but a hang over, picking up my pieces in a front end loader , im practically unsatisfactory, but im lasting inside the web of blasting i love fantastic but everyone is just after and attacking me, im ruined so disaterly ,my crafts are my bats im swinging so masterly, Wounds stay open bleeding to there is no trace of me, never be free of the claws scraching me, im just shit canned kicked to the curb that just sickens and then it just flatons Im sinking where i cant breath nothing but fumes under the surface ready to burnppppq me from everything there is no room for me, in this fake ass world that lies to me, i just sit and tell myself i have to be on top of things , be the change for myself dont worry about all the evil that blast me, ill be alright cause it just has to be ,

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