It's okay
I, do not want to live ; do I want to be alive?
I do, want to kill myself -more like I just want to die now- butt it's okay :
Roses bloom and pose
The swell sky opens up
Mana raintaps our meat and planet
Feed the Love
With eggs and scarf nodules bull urine night on the town vain light waves
Derail hung graphic Logos
Be born for soap box brian
I impeach my undulating yess reminders
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