Art is my only friend, reality is so harsh, always clashing, the truth, always echoing, no matter what I do, I'll get cucked, it hurts, and wrenches my heart, oh so painfully, when it’s words, a painting, it’s separated from my reality, just a simulation, separate art from the artist, but damn, this world, we still have to live with it, no matter what we do, we're going to suffer, might as well flow, the river is innocent, that’s nature’s job, let it all flow away, and let the body take the damage, ghosts and demons haunting, so much pollution, might as well accept it.

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