Anyways
Thought about closing the cynic era, 'Cuz how'd it be an era alone. No showoff, no readers, just done, Givin' me nightmares to not post something. And for that something, always giving the dearth, If it'd be a song line, then it feels like this It sucked a Nigga's soul, gotta cash app, Just getting me nowhere and nothing. But it feels like murdering, self. It's called suicide I guess, When souls are crushed like that, So I'm gonna rethink it now, not yet, anyways. Let's see if this channel exists, Or exits cataloging pages of nothing. Guess it's better to be dumb, it was better, But I lack the fear now for that sort of imagination.