i dont get it, mom says your room doesnt have enough oxygen but im thinkin curse.
my dreams, they're like someone's sitting upthere & once i fall he starts pouring the ink...
into my herse...
im seeing these things that i dont fuckin get, these colourful ,beautiful dreams ...which make me suffer cause i feel before i see... i feel peoples existance... i know who's in my dream
heh ... nothing new i guess... its the curse again...
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