in my head clouds. a bunch of ballonies. he accuses me. i shoot back. ego. trips. to. hell. we be burning till there is nothin to turn up for anymore. gimme more. i'll never get enough. i want an answer. but all i keep getting is butthole bubbles. all i hear is blah. blah. blah. all i read is lol. and ha ha ha. emoticon. i am too emotional to type down my feelings on whatsapp any longer. who really cares for my story. who really got an attention span long enough to listen closely. silence is platinum but I keep screaming jesus is dead but i keep dreaming of Moses and the red sea. wanna be. wanna be. so many wanna be's. I forgot there are orginals. but even the originals are mass-produced so how can they be original?
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