Satisfy my pain stop being conceded trynna pacify my brain, fabricating and falsifying means the same, like my alter ego can predict, split a terrain, involuntary fame can bring upon determination viable consternation like a reconteur whose heart became empty for sure, so savor the taste while you plorized i wait til the earth starts to rotate another 36o degrees, best believe i am like a negative and positive neutron without heat, i accumulate what i need to survive on these streets, to enhance my beliefs before my heart becomes hollow see, it herds the past, looking towards a future atlast, headed for home base i hesitate for change, what else is great then to take a load off, the weight, to capacitate infinite numbers, to become more humble to a germinate, natural soul that feels no complex need to grow old, just to breakdown again for show, even if it is the yellow brick road that grows.
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