Life tends hound me by proving mine is like one huge shepard tone.
Three fucking beats dropping slowly one by one, every now and then one randomly jumping back up, but only to perpetuate the illusion it just keeps tumbling down.
Mistakes are a part of my life, but I swear if the stress doesn’t kill me in the next few weeks something else will. To the few people trying to keep in contact with me I appologise for being unreachable.
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