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im a bored king george

this is madness

i can be prickly

im a catus

make boys disappear

thats tragic magic

but im magic on a mattress

a magician with no attention

no audience

i need to get out of my own head space

someone find my coordinates

he is a fucking savage

wrecking havoc in my brain

im going bat shit im going insane

he is a crutch

he is a cane

i try to put my feelings locked in a closet

i try to make my mind a bank with no deposits

but he is holding me hostage

im in unconscious bondage

but how can i stop it

sabotage it

his master plan

to make me understand he doesnt

love me 

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