Relate everything back together.
Whatever.
Nobody ever really cares.
In the end all you have is yourself.
Cosmic psychoanalysis.
I try way too hard.
It can't be helped.
I roller coaster way too hard.
It can't be helped.
Just one.
Fuck it.
I'm so over it.
Back to reclusivity.
This shit's dunzo.
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