Splat goes the spit,
Then I take another hit
And reminisce about time spent the last twenty years.
Hurdles bound, traits founds to brave fears.
I gave near every single cent just to find my sense.
I sense an end coming but for something or for nothing
Has me mentally ducking and tucking
In my sensibilities. Heightened sensitivity
Has me wishing to stop erupting and interrupting the love of creativity.
Irrupting in my conscious flow, reluctantly it relinquishes me from my glow.
Water on my lightbulb, spark it goes flat.
Spit it goes spat,
Sit back, relax and react normal to the stimuli;
Cause is exact, you're acting like a Gemini
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