Nonsense

Oh kindred soul I beg of you, pull me up and pluck me out. Stop the spinning and still the odds. My hands are shaking, eyelids fluttering. Pick up the pace and squish false facts. The world is ending, my heart’s still yearning. This earth is floating, my soul floats with it. Arch the bow and shoot the stars, these words lack sense, so does my farce. I don’t give a shit, I just want to go out.

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