300 // The End of 903

sitting in the kitchen wishing i was living like a hitman

by transmitting odd energies, it seems inevitable to receive some in the end
it is easy to fall down the rabbit holes of other people’s lives
but my 1952 pulls through
i endanger us but am dangerous
these are exactly the kinds of things we should be avoiding

but

the heat gets to my brain
i question my existence time and time again
revealing weakness after weakness
illuminati galorio

i am dying to be picked apart
drowned out and over and out
several circumstances beyond control

i miss human hair

steak involved

903 is dead!  murdered!
our last night together + music to earbleed to on

RADi

OP

ARTY

i do this every night, with your son\\

it is cjlo

everything was beautiful and nothing hurt
it is always summer, to me

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