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Deep breath. Take it. Regrets, face it. I sleep best wasted. Jealously is bred in me especially when it's left tainted from desperate dreams. Everyone else it seems is jaded. I guess it's just me left in these restless sheets. Fuck this. I sound like a cry baby. My life lately has been time wasting around lines saying, " I think I've found a nice lady. She's even a dime." Maybe I fall to quick. I'm sick of all this shit. "It's all right baby." Shut up bitch. It's my fault I'm crazy on the cusp of fits. I've had enough of this - pause - I'm pacing like a dog with rabies and I'm lovin it. McDonald's bitch. Bonkers; crazy. I ponder, I'm thinking, I'm the moniker of hades. Arnold praised me after I shot Sarah Connor in the face hee hee.

What the fuk??

You need a hug dog??? You make me laugh tho. Part your own back and close your eyes whilst picturing my av bruhv.

Lol will do.

"It's all right, baby." Shut up bitch.
LMFAOOOO.

That shit had me leaniiiin. This was a cool little display of your bipolarness. You're pretty much up there writing wise with your execution of a multitude of styles and I feel you are developing one of the cleaner flows on this site. Keep droppin', man.

Omg thanks guize!!!!!!!! You should go read my piece entitled "It". It's best read high though.

Pretty dope, bruh