typing really ******* the shapes of my most valued personal devices
suddenly everything becomes too large to handle
i feel as if i am being chased a big evil dinosaur
i am running away from God and into the dark
the life i never fully lived now becomes an alternate reality
many feared my tragic existencee
or so i made it seem with the masquerade good ridence
[my grimmace]
a short burst of energy and i differitiate the 2
i live in 2 worlds an i acknowledge the 2