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extreme intensities put on chill commit large crimes for small thrills constantly sad from taking happy pills give life to what kills rob the poor so the rich can pay their bills trade my lungs for gills soar to the upper utmost going downhill just rhyming for fun just rhyming simple and dumb not really trying to use any complex skill just letting the conscious spew forth letting the ink seductively spill my existence is infinite so I got time to kill my room is littered with broken quills and misplaced naughty clothes frills