can I not tread on these unholy branches any longer?
the ground is worn, my feet are stuck in god knows what.
I would contemplate existentialist bullshit if the trees weren't fucking staring me down
this can't seriously be a motherfucking lake.
this makes no goddamn sense I'm going home (fuck this)
at least 'til I get some head of illusion.
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