to let auto-pilot kick on
always gotta have something to say,
even if its nothing
be content with your nothing
shout out nothing with everything you have
you're not just another mouth of lipstick vogue... you're not just love... you're death, a real murderer... i succumb to you... i shut it all down... i put to rest what could've been a brilliant career... a part of me wants to part ways at some point
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