So ive been looking for..
inspiration
sensation
To feed my inflation
Saturating in pure fabrications and alienation
I am numb.
I want to feel that feeling
Feel the meaning.
Rise up over this desperation.
And gain infinite value.
Bliss? Worth? Even faith.
Bring me to my maker.
I want to be made.
when I write I hear beats in my head, I write to the rhythm of my internal drum. sweet like sugar, and raw to the bone. ;RAWSUGAR;
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