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There's so much thought in my mind
Sometimes I feel it took my lifetime to talk about it.

Whether it's important, or not, my mind preoccupied with that.

Can't I just rub it off back to my guts?
Ugh, how I hate myself I can't bear it anymore.

It's not about life.
It's not about love.
It's definitely not about lame.

It's just about me.
It's just about ego.
It's definitely just about maybe.

Mother, can you kill me?
I want to turn into nothingness.





It's better to burn out then fade away.