Nf's Oh Lord
My mind is elaborate as a labyrinthine
Catch myself going on about something else with no help
Just trying to simplify things with stealth
Proper wording or something else
I dont know how to stop and be like everyone else
Just used to dumbing down myself
I gotta knit pick about how things have been
Words that shouldve been
And time of
Lord only knows when
Thoughts running to fast cant even write
This lo3m turn to shyt and thats being polite
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