| | I fear I'm not as fun, cool, or artistic as I used to be a few years ago. It's like all this mandatory arte-raep is pulling the sound of my emotions around me into a single point of searing hot white light and resulting in little more than sheer rage, despite my original motives and/or good intentions. The sound of emotion enough to make me wanna hang myself from the rafter that's over my bed, but when I try to climb the ladder that's embedded in my heart, I start to question all of the emotion in my head. The sound of emotion enough to make me wanna hang myself from the rafter that's over my bed, but when I try to climb the ladder that's embedded in my heart, I start to question all of the emotion in my head. The sound of emotion enough to make me wanna hang myself from the rafter that's over my bed, but when I try to climb the ladder that's embedded in my heart, I start to question all of the emotion in my head. The sound of emotion enough to make me wanna hang myself from the rafter that's over my bed, but when I try to climb the ladder that's embedded in my heart, I start to question all of the emotion in my head. The sound of emotion enough to make me wanna hang myself from the rafter that's over my bed, but when I try to climb the ladder that's embedded in my heart, I start to question all of the emotion in my head. The sound of emotion enough to make me wanna hang myself from the rafter that's over my bed, but when I try to climb the ladder that's embedded in my heart, I start to question all of the emotion in my head. The sound of emotion enough to make me wanna hang myself from the rafter that's over my bed, but when I try to climb the ladder that's embedded in my heart, I start to question all of the emotion in my head. It's like I never left home in the first place.
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