drop the beats that circle me like angry birds that crave the morning snow that sticks to thin blood on the safe pavement still scares me like stairs irresponsibility does not suit me so do not pretend that i am any other color and these times are high so high so high that chopping wheels cannot reach our lofty heights so high they suffocate screeching we all drop only to catch ourselves laughing at the angry birds and the blood on the pavement as we realize we skipped the stairs
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this sort of feels like a seizure, but it makes sense. it has a very true quality to it that I can't describe...but I resonated with.
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