Paranoia is a happiness fit that keeps sending me to a state long-forgotten. Society shows me its ways and I partially give in like I supposedly should. Hear the cacophonous drums tiding the roads waking the sleepyheads victims of a near-death experience - panic attack like a roadkill in the hot stench of the highways of our minds. I keep having those fits and I laugh out loud and I will mercifully ignore your voice and the others they have no power over me. Though freedom is a given, you've gotta earn it. Vicalisiously freakishy prowess in a dark-lit magic kingdom between my eyes // everything comes full circle.
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