it's a beautiful day

all the clouds in the sky

I wonder why they all look like cats

it's all gorgeous and pristine

and days like these just don't exist

it's easier to not accept, if you know what I mean

to burrow deep inside make-believe

and never let your eyes even glance at good

whatever, right?

it's a pretty, pretty day

sedated and morose

... I don't know

wish I knew what pleasure felt like

I guess I knew... once

little lies and all

time to disappear for a while

coffee and more coffee time

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