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I am going to choke while listening
To some song a guy wrote when he was high

And then I’ll die
Completely isolated from who I am
Talking to myself
Bout how I’m a scam
And how I know that other people don’t give a damn
Bout who I am

You turned on a light switch in my head
Instead of turning on the lights it just
Turned off my eyes
And turned off my mouth
And turned off my everything
And I haven’t decided what I wanna be
And other than being the A to your Z
Deleting whole messages after I send them
Hoping to god that you did not notice
It’s like Ben folds said
I do the best imitation of myself
And sometimes it’s not that good
And sometimes I feel like an idiot
It’s alright and it’s alright that I don’t understand and

It’s either feeling everything or feeling nothing and I chose
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