Most of the time when I am alone, I talk to myself and argue until i pass out from frustration, I sing everything i do, even when I'm emptying my body of its waist. I also pretend to be Blake the King of magic!!!! What do you do alone??
Do you cry, and eat? And dress up asian?
Do you dig for gold? Or like to smell your fingers?
Are you awesome like this??
Are you honest yet obligated to lie to yourself to get what you want?
Are you confused?
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