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I know you want me u too but you
Have to go i mean its true we're thru now
leave me alone.


Let's see if i can write through this.
The impending anxiety attack that is coming nothing new its come on during watching a film and it's not the subject matter its just symptoms that are real. Stomach acid reflux then everything seizes up now im in bed waiting for the the dying feeling..yup.
My brains working all around the clock, trying to make sense of everything..yeah i feel kinda fucked. But i'm told that i'm healthy as can be. Heart rate and bp are sitting there nicely.
But the memo isn't reaching my brains m.o. it thinks we're under attack things sped up yet happening in slow mo.
i can't seem to get a week of consistency. it finds either new or old symptoms persistently. and if i just accept it then i paralyse up, arms like lead i feel dead. like i said...yeah i feel fucked. alcohol is nice. the weed can be too. cbd oil turmeric all these things can help you. But the problem is still there, so is it papering over the cracks, i'm not sure what else to do. Anti depressants are pretty wack.
but maybe i gotta do another course again. shut up and take the medicine
Heavy yawning becomes a friend. and other side effects that are sent. nights or weirdness spent. dealing with a working life looking for something getting heaven sent.

i'm looking all around me for the smallest of signs i still shooken from the fall i had from the tallest of heights. i'm talking mentally felt like i fell off a cliff but still working on this with bob tryin find the right riff.
see me and music had a tiff fell out of love when id gone amiss but thankfully i i had mates that kept making that ill shit before long i started recording again....

And then... found i had plenty of fucks left to give.

Now i'm thinking of bigger and better things for me to do.
make beats on repeat and write thngs to capture the mood.
grab a camera go and film the streets of London and prove that i'm here for a purpose my poetry's rude yeah i'll walk right up to the PM in his crib
Talk about the conditions of how these homeless kids live.
say there has to be a way that we can all co exist lets co habitate with workijg man and make small business big.
give the tax loops to those that make a little a lot.
give incentive to the next gen growing up don't let them rot
theres plenty in the pot for war so can't we just stop and make a load from everyone coz they'll like it a lot.

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