a quick blur of your senses and you've lost all ambition, if you had any it's gone - tossed to the back seat of your beater and it's feeling like summer sweetie. munching on urgency and the game is over, the time has come. struggling with a feeling that has bloomed in your mind and you aren't ready, never will be so retract, recoil back into the space you long to rest in, long to stay apart of. the whole wide world scarring you while we're zooming in pleasurable tragedy, you think staying away will keep you safe, long shot sugar. missing out a great thing and pieces of your mind will soon penetrate your soul and you will not be able to level up, replay, zombie killin' madness this is no game. junk food store trying to process health into your system. racing around the vegetation with a little gripe of happiness and you cant manage while you try to manage. looking for symmetry on the lapse of eart beat, breaking apart the pieces of my mind on the end of a sugar rush the beginning of a fabulous evolution.
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