All these changes growing up and I'm like well why we always seek reason, meaning is deserted and replaced with fate the foggy weather makes me feel like I'm in a dramatic dream, a spec in and endless travel subjected to feel as a superior amongst the lower lesser intelligent species, I'm Tryna put together this beautiful puzzle while I pain the picture, I'm flawless with imperfection, sentimental yet spiteful with anything out of my control, of Y = MC squared am I boxed in karma what's life, what's reality, why do I hate this shit so much because where does the love go !

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