Psychosys in the form of self neglect, hatred 4 those i choose 2 reject. Wasting tym 2 long 2 care, sadness overwhelming, mine 2 bare. Hatred, fear, anger, mere emotion to them, excitement, joy, anxiety, searching 4 the crème de la crème. Hiding in the shadows as the sun begins set, watching the ants as their lives they bet. Wondering y, these urges neva seem 2 ciese, but as i surcome they only increase. Success, the common goal 2 achieve, 2 be an ant, 2 grieve as they as grieve. Fueling that whole as if it were norm, playing it dumb 2 prevent the scorm. Music a fuel, that feeds the need, transforming the cruel, and controlling the feed. Psychotic thoughts 2 fight as if there were none, goddamb posers want all this "fun".
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