I'm challenging myself. It's what I need. When all I see and feel is your vibe intermingling with my own, how can I remain so lackadaisical? It'd be an insult.
While my apple repeals a chemical imbalance, the vanity being blanketed in soot and grey, wafty rabbits remains in a lonesome storage shed in an urban land. My back must stiffen and my eyes need to wake up. As do my fingers, tongue, lips and lungs. Instruments cannot play with no attached talent, you know.
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