was it naive of me to think that there was greener grass?
I make make believes.
believe half truths, and false accuracies.
shit I don't know the difference between black or white.
I sense realityt but chose not to believe such horrors.
I take in the competitions around, read it, learn it and defeat.
compress distress into a whirlwind of haziness.
self destruction, spontaneus combustion