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We have mislead opinions of ambition and incorrect assumptions of it's fastidiousness which are deposited into misspelled texts and sent to those who seek pleasure in the business of life
The belief of who you were is as irrelevant as crayons to dog food,
The hollow persists in the space you've wrapped aroundBut the inner circle containsEmptiness, loneliness, painLike the drip, drip, dripThe flow from my brainIt never turns off, never goes, never slows
I just want to share this, with you I just want you to get excited, with me But every time I bring it up Skepticism, written all over your face Distrust, for unknown reasons.