It always ends up happening good. .
But 'Good' that doesnt let me feel all that 'Good'. .
Entangled strands twisted around; drained out my brains!
Squashed up bitter juices. .
I'm Dead; been so for years, just fake-up living for others!
Slow poison slurping down my throat; Hapinees-Blues make feel all Bloat!
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