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xxx "Toxic Head trip"
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purple surrounds so much pressure on me, so when I patterned this, my toxic of "You don't have any idea" begets my condition.
my soft splats lingers mo the idea how soft and vulnerable I am, with these four patterned colors, this is stimulants.
I'd rather close circle it like with these two colors, I'd rather feel the enthusiasm and power so I won't feel am scarred all over again.
I am no motion at this time, I feel like I am succumb to the frenzies and I am locked up to the doom of fantasy, that I wish am just there.
My head trips to the Psycho paths
I think of too many things, too many walls, to many words, and with different paths, I feel like am crazy and wild to this world.
My head trips to a long long distant island
I have this view all over again, in my head I have it there a distant place that I've never reached, I've never reached the person and it's the cinema in my head.
My head trips to second options
I have this two segments, orange and yellow just gives us the sense of depression, but I have the power and wisdom for my options to fight and struggle and remain calm in the midst of hurting point.
My head trips to a distant affair
it's over and done, I can escape If I want to, I have given my self time and now I am regaining the strength again, but this time, I hate ties, I just want to be alone and be with my self, solo acts.
My head trips to peaceful solitary corner
I have this thing always, to set my self not on fire but in the wind of calmness.
My head trips to my tacky times
I am playful, so the walls are red, just like wall papers, I plastered a romantic side and sensual piece of me.

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