These are my confession, they rise like unwanted questions,
like the truth coming out,
like someone invading. They are here, written in block letters, tailored to the page.
The specifications untainted. They begin in a way that if I told you more,
you would not believe, it.
like the truth coming out,
like someone invading. They are here, written in block letters, tailored to the page.
The specifications untainted. They begin in a way that if I told you more,
you would not believe, it.
I am here, only partially, only in small amounts.
I am painted in soft shades of black, ill angels advising me.
I am painted in soft shades of black, ill angels advising me.
I am only what I’m told I am
I am my favorite dream that only comes to me when Im high.
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