Oh yea i forgot to tell youthis is what I do...
something perfect and beautiful exist
and I think, oh I could do that, I could do better
and then I notice everything is fucked up
and there is big empty hole in it
and i awkwardly pretend its not my fault
post modern verse
I forgot to tell me Oh yea
This is what I ...
There are beautiful and perfect
And I, I Oh, I think it is good
Then, what a mess that all notifications
There is a big empty hole
I will not pretend to be because of my embarrassment
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