Sorry the world is so painful, but if you let me I promise I would be your feathers.
Together we'd fly into the sun only to melt like wax and plummet.
After I took you so high and low, would you only remember the ground and forget to thank me?
I'm confined to continually concerning casually cooperating constantly cornered condemned conservation. Quite simply I'm evading erasing enraged everlasting exquisite energy on spectacular stupid people.
"In the end, the only ones who appreciate me are the ones who've stayed behind, this is for you. The rest of you can go fuck yourselves..and to those of you just joining the journey, prepare for a bumpy ride...watch from a distance and enjoy the view in this twisted drive thru."
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