Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.
Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.
Fuck me with your love. Lovely, lovely love.

Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.
Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.
Fuck me with your love. Lovely, lovely love.

Life sure seems to be about highs,
Love sure seems to be about life,
Masking insecurities with lies, and
Drowning in impurities while buying,

Movement is just passage of the time.
Environment is placement of the vibes.
Who is me if I am just the memories?
Can it be, I’m everything and nothing?

Yea, I’m alone. Yea, yeah, I’m alone.
Yea, I’m alone. Yea, yeah, I’m alone.
Yea, I’m alone. Yea, yeah, I’m alone.
Yea, I’m alone. But at least I gotchall.

Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.
Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.
Fuck me with your love. Lovely, lovely love.



Ha.
It’s hard to even muster a laugh, out here slavin’ away while carvin’ out my own path.
And the aftermath of my multi-tab window’ll be sure to give the world a new-age rainbow.
Ha.
I thank you for the time of maturity, although puberty is giving me grey hairs,
And weight scales became like, an ev-er-y day thang, but…
The promise is: I am neither here nor there, but everywhere.
And I’m just glad that ya’ll even care, God…
Ima give it my all man.
Ima give it my all man.
Ima give it my all man.
It’s time to maneuver more than empty halls, man.

I love you.

i@kiokito.me

Lovely

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A mere echo of the infinite.
i@kiokito.me
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