Imagine growing up to sympathize with the tears of the person who whipped you and locked you

No thank you

See how I laugh at you
You'll never understand
See how I learn from you
I'll never understand

Seriously doctor
I can't tell if I'm not me

Sometimes I lose touch with reality and start staring at my own hands thinking how the fuck am I able to control my fingers the way I want

Someone is running out of time

Pewpew

I love the fact that I have a whole album of the baby me

Running from your death is basically running headlong into it, he once conveyed me

I started questioning my own existence more frequently

Ah yeah
Now I need Alex to thank me

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