medley
(5.18.21)

Two, three, four, five thosand medleys.
My heartstrings, cut clean, one by one.
My mind, a barren field; brain, seeking order.
You have powers, I'm sure, I'm positive -
how am i responsively brain dead?
I can't handle this
I can't handle tgis
I cant handlethisz
I cantha ndlet bis