I don't care about day or night,
I don't care about laughing,
breakfast,
sex.
Basic human interactions,
always too emotional.
I can't stand those things
cause I don't wanna.
And maybe,
just because I'm too classy
for these times.
And I am so fucking high
laying on my bed,
watching Seinfeld,
my problems dissolve
into the smoke of my room.
Just for a sec,
everything turns to be right.
So you see,
death created time
to grow the things
that it would kill,
eventually
everything ends quickly.
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