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I'm rolling up, and taking sips,

not throwing up or giving any shits,

i'm sorry but something snapped,

no longer can i be mapped,

forget every word any ever said,

fuck off, get out of my head,

sorry but i miss this girl,

like i picked the wrong oyster and missed the pearl,

to hell with your ways, go on and assume,

that on this path i'm destined to be doomed,

but little do you know destiny and i have spoken quite thoroughly,

and it let me know what i always knew subconsciously,

i am destined to be alone so it fuels,

my urge to write, those are my rules,

it's why i'll always keep swinging long after i'm knocked out,

i'm so used to being left behind it's blocked out.