Here comes the shame

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Oh Sia

You know I can’t drink

I’m heading to Pepper

Some iration to speak

Feel

Like I am flying

I know your dead

Inside

But you make me

Feel alive

Oh Pvris

You speak my sighs

Not my cries

Traveling

I guess

To astound

Writing

Maybe to

Be

Profound.

Frequencies

Flowing

Through me

Got to get this out.