I'm bleeding and it is blue blood.
I'm crying and it is champagne.
There is a kitchen knife in the small of my back.
The mood- lighter throwing.
As I sit on my cloud, I glance down for second, and I remember why I am the one up so high.
I'm already wearing the sapphire crown...so why are you fashioning one of paperclips?
Existance is only a game................
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