#omi9flows

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I love you

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This tightness in my chest hurts a bit. It feels like a suffocating weight tightening around my lungs squeezing the air out

The gravity of the situation. The decisions I have to constantly make.

The hate I get for those decisions. The unfiltered hate filled words pouring over me like noxious gas filling my insides and melting my skin

I wish I could talk to you about it. Any of it

Maybe you’d have something to say. Maybe you’d do me a favor and not say anything

Maybe you’d just look at me like someone trying to understand what’s in front of them

Not with mild irritation or blatant contempt

Maybe you’d just look at me and say nothing

Would that really be so bad? So odd? To sit together and be understood for a minute

Just kidding. I hate myself too. Every embarrassing second. Every disgustingly clumsy fumble. Every overly saturated movement or gesture. My stomach turns at the thought of my own face. My own fragmented spirit.

It’s lonely and dark

Decrepit and sick

A hollowed forever home in my heart for everything I am and ever will be. Everything I always was.

A place built just for me and me alone. A place you’ll hopefully never see. Depths and bottom layers of my mangled existence you’ll never reach. Down there where the sludge is darker than black and thicker than blood. Trapped in a soft orb of light shielding out the darkness it creates is where you’ll find me

Watching nothing and waiting for no one

There’s nowhere to go. Nowhere to be. No one to talk to. Nowhere to run. Perpetually forced to keep going like a sick game I unwittingly became a part of. The first chapter of a sordid never-ending anthology nowhere near completion

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Kool New Dimensions. Google me

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Eternal flame I love you

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Yo yo yo so sublime

Uh!

Spitting the rhymes sitting asinine crossed legged

Two clips stick in your hoe begging for me to stop

Hit em with bomb to make they stomach drop

Watch it for pop for me

Mantra vibe versing with Socrates

Uh!

Smoke philosophies

Jaw dropping analogies

Homicidal slurs im earning credz at David bridal

Someone take picture

I’m bout to jump the groom broom stuck harder than my fist in her

Kiss inners

So urbz

Sauce serving im swerving off it

Keep scoffing no rest

This Urban burlesque

Im so slept on

Games off but heats on

Cooking up the comp make compost

Then i shot it at the opps and the compost

Fuck em

I fucking mean that

Pulled up grinning where the seams at

No happs

Actually only anthems and half assing my happiness

So haphazardous

Mind stuck and chasmous

No strap but i keep but i keep a thot when im holed up

Fucking hold nigga

This guys hoed up

Shit she off a knowledge im popping off at the mouth and shit

Skit

Never call it quits im still life living

No pip im seeing scott pippen

Scatteredbrained atheist sike

Etc etc etc yeah see that’s what i mean you can do that with words nocturnalexpressions

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