There is nothing I'd rather do
than to just stay here.
Bu my hand has been forced
Now I must disappear.
Vanishing into the ether
Gone before your heart will notice
There's no shade of my soul you haven't ravaged
But I must go, I must. I MUST.
4.20.20
Apr 26, 2022
Apr 26, 2022 at 11:57 PM UTC
There is nothing I'd rather do
than to just stay here.
Bu my hand has been forced
Now I must disappear.
Vanishing into the ether
Gone before your heart will notice
There's no shade of my soul you haven't ravaged
But I must go, I must. I MUST.
4.20.20
throwback to the year of twenty
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