Go away
I'm chemically unstable
There's no way
Now that we ever will be able
To be considered me
Truely alright, fine, good, normal
Medicine ungiven
Diagnosis wishing
Why others wouldn't listen?
Because they're talking flesh
Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 12:17 PM UTC
Go away
I'm chemically unstable
There's no way
Now that we ever will be able
To be considered me
Truely alright, fine, good, normal
Medicine ungiven
Diagnosis wishing
Why others wouldn't listen?
Because they're talking flesh
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