“For the last 3 years; every holiday puts me in tears…”
But Im slurvibin’ ; I survived more than your knowledge.
So don’t judge; I won’t budge; Graduated from college but..
Im here to topple all of this.
Only move a muscle yo; To see my people comfortable
I’m comfortable
With what woulnt quite be enough for you.
-Minimalistic-
Kill Switch*
I am the mass creator of my destiny.
Applicate this upon the flash fader.
If Im gon write something; its gon surpass the ages.
I’m here to set you free.
In this digital subliminal “We all world criminals”.
Being watched; check your watch;
The internets 7th letter.
9 O’clock.
Open that third eye and peep the:
[Insert; present moment birds eye.]
Vision like an ecylpse of consciousness. Sub-Ominnous
Heard eyes.
Heard I?
(Zenzory Crozzover)
Spent too many days Not Sober.
Suffer my consequences
Lets get.
All over.
Again…
-Nina
Why don’t I write any more? Have I gotten out of the groove? I said it was back to art? But how much art have I actually done? It seems like I fret without the constant attention I seek and its become oh so clear that I have a fear of abandonment. I aught to be ashamed of myself. Nawwwww I shouldn’t be its just the way I am. Nevertheless a very lucky girl indeed with oh so many blessings to keep me going!
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