see me like my neighbour does
2026-05-22
i wanna believe in me the same way my neighbour who's known me since a kid does
i wanna see me normal like she does
none of this bleeding bullshit
art bullshit
nothing romantic
nothing fragmented
i'm no longer riding the rhymes
ironically i can't help it i was gifted this way of life
bleeding every way imaginable my blood paints the most marvelous paint
thickness makes william blake faint
i can't say i wanna see me like my parents does
they've seen a lot, my neighbour hasn't
this talent, the arrogance
elegant way with words that's my inheritance?
some sick twisted experiments i am the evidence
just take a look at my intelligence
how do you want to read?
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