There is nowhere to hide from life
It must hard under your skin
Its just like spring break on drugs
I see an empty jug
Once full of compassion
Turn your eyes from the suffering
Inward we go severing connection
The screen is bugs
Disease is trust
A body riddled with yearning
A mind full of games
Turns hinder dark
I return fury of the arc
Smoulder in destruction
There is no such thing as telepathy
Overthinking the chinese cookie
Sweetened readings of astrology
The screen is bugged
Disease and rust
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