it's so random and so dependent on the respective song that is playing in this very moment.
it's so satisfying and so strangely comforting to be able to lay down those words that weighed heavy on my chest. it's so distracting and so insignificant and so dusty and windy as opposed to importance.
it is the local playground in which I school my skills.
it is what it is.
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