My emotions are erratic and hard to understand... And my head overflows with ideas and unfulfilled plans. My perceptions are complicated and haphazardly skewed... With a reality warped and questionably construed. My memories are my past but somehow still in my present... And honestly in the morning I'm just fucking unpleasant. My mentality is borderline of being clinically insane... But truthfully my flaws make me never want to change.
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