In my world, I am Queen.
I want something inside of you. I need an accelerant to feed the fires.
What the hell am I doing?
Why do I see something here?
I get it. I see the masses.
FUCK THE MASSES.
I may be after the core, to spark the growth.
Im sorry all that I touch suffers in the miasma of the unfortunate one.
That is me.
Forlorn and intoxicating.
I exhale to relieve some negativity.
But the source is inside.
I am unsatisfied.
What the hell am I doing?
Why do I see something here?
I get it. I see the masses.
FUCK THE MASSES.
I may be after the core, to spark the growth.
Im sorry all that I touch suffers in the miasma of the unfortunate one.
That is me.
Forlorn and intoxicating.
I exhale to relieve some negativity.
But the source is inside.
I am unsatisfied.
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