White widows and blue dolphins
collapsed lungs and over usage of endorphins coughing to the coffin rare wolves to werewolves nymphos and maniacs psychos and savage rats cherry bombs and black cats the destination is the detonation implode to explode in upcoming conversations balloons and balloons to spoons celebrations to get wasted this is your abdication to your life's situation get high to be hoisted what you need a voice lift station outspoken in silence twitter followed by the lambs back stabbed and drowned in pain misery is easy to understand but hard to explain you left it sitting on the outside to be unseen, hid in plain sight apologetic but never sorry. I regret to inform you, that you will not be alright...
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