24/7 is the oppisite of heaven, its depression surrounding an adolecent. I see my reflection, hesitant, questioning if hes intelligent. I still dont get the message of being reckless, was once precious but i wrecked it. Off the dome home alone, this seem to never get old, i was under oath to the pros but i never catch on, cons soaked up motivation like a bloody tampon, so its 24/7 in the same existence, Its livid, although i see all hope through a distance, but i just witnessed is french toast in the kitchen.


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