Better fit for positions sitting around and going fishing

In recent days, its getting hard to tell myself i ain't missing

Never held upon a Glock then in a fixing of some bitching

Envision fortune 500s yet its still its skin that i b picking

And truth attained for a moment

Yet stress a tongue always flicking

Our struggles turn to external

A glimpse, a truth of our sickness

Is peace the practice of life

Or merely lead us to killing?

Remember days showing grandma

My favorite videos of kittens

And merely simple of fact of matters

Was that i torе it from digging

Not even trying to drive too fast

I swеar i dont rear end

Think i dreamt of my existence

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Do i do it for the fashion? do i do it for shilling?