My life here is warped
It’s free and without choice
It’s tangled in the fragments
Of responsibility
And such freshness
That involves the pieces
Of who I could’ve been
Warped is the person
That demands nothing more of me
Sep 8, 2025
Sep 8, 2025 at 12:07 AM UTC
My life here is warped
It’s free and without choice
It’s tangled in the fragments
Of responsibility
And such freshness
That involves the pieces
Of who I could’ve been
Warped is the person
That demands nothing more of me
Ode to our beginings and ends
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