in the head

sick now, my thoughts slip. its not like a cough or drips, its becaus the twist where i get my kicks. sences blured my emotions start to mix pleasure and pain what a trip.

the norm and the unseen with nothing in between, i like to think about love but i love it when your mean. feels like a dirty secret and i dont wanna come clean.

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