oh_me_ghost

problems,
i run from you now
i flee from you're terrible throaty whirrr
i escape into that great big thesaurus in the stars

i love, i love, i love,
that i will never miss you, not at all

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problems,
this is the end of the line, that's right
i'm sick of your critical eye
i'm sick of your common-sense based lies

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problems, you can fucking die all by
yourself. problems, i'm not even joking
because as of right now
I do not acknowledge your presence in my life
and i am leaving you behind

for at least a half an hour.