i'm so confused / my head hurts
Kult: +22
Kull: +15
Total: 37
Ratio: 1.47
Filled to the brim with misery How steeled must your pusher be? They escalate, you ruminate But you can't see them clearly Our egos are For the view our pushers impart From a falling giant To days of nonviolence Are we wearing the same scars? Pressed to come apart Pressed to give our pans a restart Would you take my cold hands? We'll be without demands In our world we reclaim what's ours
Kult: +5
Total: 5
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I'm glad you like it My message is genuine I hope it soothes you
Kult: +5
Total: 5