depending on the situation... my little worlds slow rotation... depends soly on me and you... to bad its so far off axis of late... more than sightly askew... what to do...what to do..... what to think...wheni think.... when i think like this..... what to perceieve... what to believe.. only that i exist!!??! fuck that... fuck this.... just to exist... simply just another mere nothing... confused sometimes....together as one.... if only i knew this... before i ever begun!?!?
Reason for writing:
just thoughts...
trying to pick my own brain
Birth sign: Aries
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