finito

i kinda just want it to end any good methods? any one know a route off this highway? my tire is flat and screeching against asphalt engine is puffing and spewing out oil against the head bolts i'm lacking compression but it's building up in my chest so pierce my pressure point so i can contest to this blade metalically dressed does anyone know an easy way out? because it's hurting and i'm decaying its hard living when when the joy is not around and chilling means freezing out emotions to subtle my tones at this point i'd rather be chipped away as stone finito

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