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i know there's soemthing inside, i can't seem to describe, it puts pain in my gut, my mind left to hide. i know i can be insipid, but dip it, it come out sugar coated, flavor, a subject to be debated, then voted. upon the chest, is the tender head i put to rest, damp cool moisture dried on the surface, thinking of the purpose, so worthless, add to the dirt list. use a pen, drown the ink, then do it again, comprehend, the features, deeper, it's without pretend, soemtimes i tend, to be anti- that of kryptonite to men, no relations of a rooster to hen. the explanation you cant transfer me, is why it seems to be, licorice flavor, box of good and plenty, call me passamist, not half full, believe glass is half empty. lacking depth, clarity, inable to impress, candy dressed, tropical, sweet, sour, claim of no contest, but instead, honest humility is all that you have dread, insane visions in my head, lonley depression as i lay in my bed.