I'm trying to leak ink onto the computer
But my god damn pen's backed up
And my god damn mind is fucked up
And my god damn fingers don't like to type
I'm trying to write a few somethings
But my god damn imagination is quarantined
And my god damn thoughts are marginalized
And my god damn feelings are quelled
I can't write anything
'Cuz my god damn everything doesn't work.
God damnit.
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Sweets, you need to breath. I love youuu. I miss youuu.
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