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Drowning in sorrow, pity, and grief.
So much going on, I need some relief!

Nursing a rhythm distrot and compelled.
Needing a jumpstart to make me undead.

These voices like demons are all I can hear.
I become a recluse from all of the fear.

Fuck this, I need my space!
Smearing lipstick all over my face!
Tap dancing on the moon, and then wandering around.
Swinging on a licorice thread, and jotting down the song that's been stuck in my head.