the world is infinite
the world is cold
my world is a treasure
my world is a prism
things aren't what they seem
things turned out exactly as planned
don't tell me no
don't tell me yes
follow the rules
get off of my back
stick to me like glue
don't look at me
hold me in you arms
stab me in the chest
sprinkle me with words
care for me with food
choke on a bone
call me on the phone.
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