my ‘rents been married three times each,
got a credit card to afford my life.
don't think i could pay the bills
if they dropped me off at the adult plant.
i go to tinder to chat chicks up,
not for sex or relationships but just for this
black dog loneliness,
i'm a little disheartened on love.
oh well,
it's worth it but i can't stand it.
feelin a little bit lugubrious
but the look on my face is just dubious.
sadness and panic are one bitch mix
but add in a cult experience and you got

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