Float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so fucking special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here
I don't belong here
I wanna have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I'm not around
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here
I don't belong here
Ooh ooh
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RUUUUH RUUH RUUH
RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH
RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH
whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
So fucking special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here
I don't belong here
I don't belong here
Idk y I have the sudden impulse to transcribe song lyrics as I listen but here we are again
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my crappy, existential thoughts dump
Randomnote from the far future, in much better times; consider this book a diary, an archive, a live day by day biography- of the lowest point of my life so far. draw entertainment from it, by all means, but take it as a warning, of all the bad that comes...
