Made eye contact with the consequences this afternoon. Been suffering a great loss, but I have yet to identify exactly what it is. I know that didn't make any sense. None of me does this time of year. The blues and browns haven't been doing me justice, or vice versa.
With black ink guilt I promise to always be right there to split your lips.
Show me a little bit of spark. I'll do the rest. I swear...
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