Miko

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CLOUD22

pseudosorrow - acting sorry or giving false sympathy to someone for their own comfort

PSEUDOSORROW

you scared of projectin so you keep shit to your person, 15 and hectic too afraid of the surface. 

im benchpressin all the pressure, this my third rep

you can take my passion and burn it. reachin into my soul with forceps, pickin at it. savorin the pieces that im too scared to forget.

Im lookin at the whole world with indifference, thinkin how im gonna make it out this one, it dont make sense. 

sick in the head, this is my last wish to be had, that one day everyone will understand 

what they livin in and panic, asymptomatic of the traits of conformity, overthinking turned to a habit. 

Im solar, burnin up, meltin up the persona that i lived inside for so long its over now. 

You just as insignificant as me and god, you and I are the same, the truths been lied, 

a trip inside my brain is like a trip off psilocybin

stop with the theatrics, actin like you so refined

cuz we all got problems in our mind

cuz we all got problems in our mind

we all got problems in our mind

we all got problems in our mind

we all got problems in our mind

we all got problems

Anya (the fading light remains visible about the horizon)

Lyrics:
You tryna make me be content with myself 
I appreciate the gesture, but i dont need no help 
For lack of givin a fuck, im into this for myself 
Aint in for nobody else 
You really think that im selfless enough to pay you attention
The only thing that i been payin for is love and affection 
From the ones that dont really mean it, i pray for a blessin 
Whatever its cool. I dont believe in god so darkness is the fate im expectin

Bitch, prove to me you exist
How can i live knowin nobody is livin, thats it
Theres no ideology that i am binded to
Ill make my own, shit i know that anything is possible
At least in the universe that i created, everybody is me
Just an imaginary vision of my changin mentality
Dont be too mad at me, thats just bein mad at myself
It would be better if i could just live with apathy and happiness 
To feed to my head No say in anything that i do, free will is a myth
Do i even exist? shit i dont know, but it dont matter 
Long as im here and im thinkin this shit
How could i think if i didnt
How could i think if i didnt
How could i think if i didnt
How could i-

Keep comin back to the question
Is life worth livin if all im doin is restin 
And wastin my time, precious.
Fuck your captchas, bitch check this 
Aint never think straight, just goin off my peripherals
Tunnel vision, tint the windows, keep the light from hittin you
You is me, all is well, but that do not change anything
Every day im being, i see the preference in heavens taste
I see the bits and pieces that im missin almost everyday
I see the bliss in ignorance, significance i dont convey 
I see your little hustle tryna muscle with the bigger play 
I see through the fields of our realm, my consciousness is fake 

Nothing exists, does it

Fields

belladonna (feat. nonazz)

olive green

Matters of Substance

19 4 7
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