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Overthinking is a sickness

Hopeful that you’ll get this

Hope it reaches you and your dad doesn’t dismiss it

Flask full of some liquid

Eyes fixed on a misfit

I can hear the steps from someone in the distance

And they call your name

As you sink and fall into your grave

Optimistic is his witness

Like to show to risk it

You’ve go the potential to make better decisions

I thought I could ditch this skin suite from existence

Instead I rose in the search for more consistence

And then I saw your thing

And fought until god caved

«I wish you’d answer your phone, listen hon;

it’s on the radio.

Woo-hoo!

Love you.»