23.1.10
Chemical
Excuse us for abusive, excuse this life we live, this world we live in. For once you mess with the horns and get the bull, cause we all just wanna be beautiful. Our need for love is a dirty whore, and I don’t feel like writing anymore.
Purple
The world was meant to be at peace, with the daily reminder that it’s not. Vices were created to allow the pain to be destroyed. If you allow your mind to view immorality at the brink of creation, of existance, it’s a whole new light, being considered “light” at all. To see your children breaking and knowing it’s your own childrens fault; your fault. It’s 10 o’clock and too early to make wishes, too late to make the wishes plausible. Abusing the last resort has lead this world to obliterate thus from life; from us. Life and its vices display a beautiful form of polygamy, to allow the beauty that’s lost to be seen.
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