Oo, I got this thing in my eye
Like the opposite of glitter,
What do you call a visual vacuum. I can feel it. But I'm talking about something you can see
I name myself, that's how I choose my words. When I'm feeling down, I make up my mind, and I know it's time to go
Feeling fine, dreaming time. Dream of what I think is mine. I dream about death. I dream about fear and whatever else you can expect to find here
I feel like I'm making a scene. Doesn't matter if you know me still. I see the wretched kneel. I told you to shut up. This is how words are made.
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