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Ahh ****, no matter how I twist and turn things it always seems like I miss
something
It seems
to just be this ******* mess
I want to write exuberant
want to be happy, a big ******* party
But, my cynicism
my slowly increasing bitterness
makes me to the person I hate
So, guess that’s fun
My mind tends to consume me
I twist everything
over and over and over
Thinking the same thoughts
same pattern
I twist everything
over and over and over
Thinking the same pattern
consuming my world
I twist
everything(?)

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