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Hyper Eccentricity

Cleanliness I absolutatingly fear... For I only luv the mess I see, It makes me believe I am not alone In this sight of a messed-up and lonely room. It'sh scaring me seeing purified spirit With all th-this cleaned up vision. Mirrors reflect my cleaned room... In the darkness, within the shadows, Are haunting red, yellow, and green: Lights which are known as eyes According to my mind... Not as ordinary as others may seem... For I am rather filled with secret eccentricity, I loves seeing people electrified when in Sight of my real personality: Hyper eccentricity!

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