Everything is fine, and I don't know why I feel this way im happy with where I am at, yet I'm sad for no reason, and I ask why I tell myself I have to try; therefore, I should feel better, but I'm dead inside and an I cry with no purpose or doubt again I still ask myself what is this all about, and I don't know why a mystery of a crime that I haven't committed already cause there are so many
I'm happy, yet I cry with sobs so deep that even the oceans weep. Alas, child, as I drown in what secreted from my organ the eyes, I wish to stab them out with a dozen knives to ease the crushing anomaly that has seized the aperture that was my heart. I'm lost in the music of the lofi sister of the wifi but are not quite the same. I fall into the embrace of the oppression that fights on in, within the folds of the ever overthinking mind
Why
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