my brain is stirring.
brewing up a stew.
sometimes don't you ever feel like you're not sure if other people are fucking crazy...
or if it's just you.
all you and your crazy fucked up head...
or is it them, fucking with your head?
I don't know what to believe anymore.
I don't want to believe what may be obvious..
but then again, the last time i checked, i don't live at Melrose's Place.
Oh stupid brain, you think too much.
everything is cryptic
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