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They're hanging me by their car and driving through the city's side full of houses and bloomed flowers so I can see all the things I have been robbed of.

(I can't find a job)

My creations are being strangled. I have all the time in the world now...but I don't. It's still passing by me and I'm stuck doing nothing, it's a loop of songs and content. It's being shoved down my throat and I am consuming it till I feel sick.

(I haven't drawn much, I scrolled through Instagram a lot. This is all I have, the twins home.)

The pavement is scorching. I can go out early in the morning or late at night. I don't do either of those things.

She loves her boys very much.

Bullshit. Everywhere.