This phase.
It's not familiar as it used to be.
I dislike it how it's starting to become.
Maybe I don't.
I don't know.
I don't think you see the places inside me that I find you,
And I don't know how we separate the lies here from the truth;
And I don't know how we woke up one day and somehow thought we knew
exactly what we're supposed to do.
SPM.
Luck? Nah. Don't wish me luck.
Luck is just an illusion created by our minds. LOL
Wish me well for my predatory instincts.
I'll just make it through better that way.
HAHAHA.
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