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Because sometimes you just can’t.
You quit, I quit, we all quit.
We’re going down.
We’re yelling timber.
Oops, time for lunch, bye.
Boom, done, gotta run.
That’s all I needed.
I’m rolling out.
Because happening, it is not.
But seasick, it is yes.
So when they go high, I go low.
And if you can’t appreciate my art….
Then maybe I’ll just leave.
Actually I might be stuck.
They say when you fall off the horse you should get back on…
…but like also no.
So maybe just chill right here instead?
For a while?
