My way to be, the hate around that ball or yarn, the cats play with haunting reminders. My home is in my head; a dome that rest upon my neck! The led enters my back, with zip-zoom, the tunnel is all I see! I flip my eggs, as if my brain were in that skillet; watch the yolk of me run down through the towels. Anti-everyone is the way I choose to be, a mental execution! My fear is what bounds me, leaves me crazy looking to the sky- I choose to die with clouds, and stars. Hearts unsettled, with angry faces we all sip our drink- tilt that glass to the roof. I fight one on one without pawns, and gods; it just ends it all quicker!STRESSED OUT!
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