I like to drive with the windows down,
White noise,
To drown out how whack the wheels sound.
My mind spits and sputters,
Mouth mumbles,
Words come out jumbled.
I hate the sound of myself,
My voice is too choppy,
Vocals hella noisy.
Audio stimulation,
Too much,
Overwhelms,
Mixed emotions they are hit and miss.
Less enthusiasm,
Live more,
Damnit,
Lie less,
Succeed more.
Why do I hate my right to...
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