Tehe
I would be horrified by my stupidity,
But it barely registers,
Faulted to the bliss that entices me,
It's impossible to measure,
Completely unrealistic,
Insanity at its point,
The people i vent to are driven balistic,
to shut me up they all conjoint,
It is new to me,
Though timely to all,
A marvelous, horrid, to be,
Contradictory with a inescapeable call,
I need it,
I want it,
You see.
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