a lump in the throat and feeling a lot like the main character from ladders to fire
sucking at life is sometimes partially required
things that should be done don't seem fun
armed with a staticky 3rd ear
without trying
ignoring the extrovert world out of fear
my cut off jeans are in shambles
the sun is out above pink armor
and to be crazy is to be funny
things, thoughts, and other possessions flailing from within and surrounding
life is a landscape until its taken away from the wall
do a cartwheel
until everything spins and you fall
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