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As I realize there’s nothing left become one with the universe I’m the fucking best 


Don’t come at me I’ll fucking murder you, hurdle you like obstacles, 

I’m the variable and aerial like anchient texts straight from Sumeria, mesopotamia, secret to happiness 


 from the misconceived, not to be believed 


Meditating, contemplating, demonstrating acts, be the best to be


Me and the squad we chillin sipping tea 


And we fucking bitches cuz there ain’t no life in me 


Uh uh

Anymore 


Shut the door, a metaphor, this crazy life of mine, 

a resrivore, for suffering 


Just tryna rise and shine, stuck in this life of mine, love is hard to find. That shit will make you blind. 





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