back up*

there’s a weird sensation, that gets me thinking i’m in the twilight zone; the only sound I can comprehend is vibrations of a dial tone…

extremely anxious, I want to indulge without being dismissed; my conscious is trying to make sense of it. no one is more capable – I’m unpredictable, with every advantage to turn tables… I be damn if i’m given a weak title, there’s one of me, you and them; I’m determined to have any regrets, even when I’m pushed upon a fence… my soul only works for me, trying to duplicate it wouldn’t make any sense…

I am peculiar, and I feel it’s fair to say so from the pov of my own future…

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