Too much hype for too little substance. Everything's just been building building building up for the breakdown. The ones who weren't having fun: Worshipped. Hawhaw. Deleting me does not mean I stop existing and that my world stops spinning spinning spinning. Funny, I used to believe that it really did. I did not enjoy watching you leave. It really isn't until someone sits you down and shoots you in the face when you begin to arise from your slumber. I don't know if it's the scene or the lifestyle I seem to be outgrowing. For now I reckon. Hope? Actually I can't be fucked anymore. My lifestyle is no longer my priority, though I quite decipher what is. Not that I act any different now anyway, just to prove a point to myself. Vibes I can turn on or off. I guess I make lousy choices too. Intoxication. Impulsiveness. Youth. Excuses.
Cos you're smooth and you're wet,
And she's not aware yet but she's yours.
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