pull the trigger, now I'm flushed
state your point, now I'm stuck.
there's only one way out,
but to pass by is a chore.
we get to the end of the rainbow
by walking through rough edges,
slowly burning our tired feet
and procrastinating self-love
I am intertwined with a cycle called life. We fall, we crawl then we fly! It's the same old story. Join me as I surrender everything and just be the plain outkast that I am.
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