impulsed to mark every word in a journal,
but it's a death note.
what i wrote
must be held locked.
something's gotta hold on my heart,
probably a clot.
when the whole world falls apart,
i'm somewhere in the traffic, stuck.
perplexed
in misdiagnosis,
me + my 50 subpersonalities scratch their noses.
we're confused.
I refuse
for you to extinct.
my instincts are fully misused.
i'd stop and think,
wait a minute,
do you ever call me,
or you just pop out when feelin' horny.
my lucifer is lonely
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