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You make me feel out of my body;

You make me feel out of my mind—

You make me feel out of this world

I feel like we've run out of time

It does get worse, you know.

What is WORSE.

The fame.

Whatever that means.

It means, at some point, the money doesn't matter.

It does matter. Cause at the end of the day you can lock yourself into a nice shiny box with nobody else to fuck you over.

But it's still a box.

Yeah, your box.

I stay offline

Fuck these motherfuckers

My time is my time

So look how filthy rich I am

Suddenly, I was constantly surrounded by toxic masculinity—starting with Luke and culminating into an all out horrible revelation—the cost of being a female, surrounded by bad weaves, fake eyelashes, and acrylic nails, the hundreds of thousands of dollars women—especially women of color, impacted by white supremacy to the extreme of buying straightened hair, hiding the locks and curls of nature, because it was presumed ugly by the man-ruled society

I popped into the stop and shop

Like put your arms up,

It's a robbery

But all I wanted was some gum

And a safe deposit box to put it in!

What?

We all make bad decisions

Bad choices

But I haven't thought bad about you just yet

Even if you're just like them

You're just like them

Music with no words,

So I can't be reminded of the hurt

And how worthless I am

And how I don't deserve you

Just tunes with no lyrics, for me, please

It's easier to listen to nothing

Than to listen to “she”

And she needs you

More than I do

Jump off the Eiffel Tower,

Just to remind you

That I fly higher next lifetime,

My idol

Don't practice idolatry

I just sit beside you and write

Look up why Lisa Vanser pump is famous

Look up nyc bartending license course/ see if there's a free program

Firefighter trainer

Lol vanderpump rules

Personal trainer cert

Ugh what else can I do for money

Lol

You can have all of em

The Annie's

The Natalie's

The can have anybody's body

But want you temporarily

For the stardom

Or the money,

Then they're off and done with ya

And I'm still wondering what's wrong with me

Cause I always wanted ya

Regardless

You smell like palo santo and shame

So you know where I've been

Deadmau5 audio engineering tricks

Put a gate on the riser

And/or

Pan the risers

I have a billion guilty pleasures

From TMZ to deadmau5

From A-Z

It's getting loud

So let me out—let me out of here

Here's a weird thing that happens.

How come some dudes wait until you fall asleep to have sex with you?

That's weird, right?

Some would call that —

Whatever it's called.

But I call it weird as fuck.

Like—

You're gonna wait until i'm all the way asleep to fuck me?

Why not ask?

—when I'm conscious!

Obviously if I'm falling asleep around you, we probably spent the entire day together or whatever- now I'm tired, I want to go to sleep.

We can't exactly call that the “r” word.

Well, it is retarded.

But the other r-word nobody likes.

We can't exactly call it that, can we? Cause it's like

Maybe I wanted to hav