The Only Post I Know for Real

Memories broken, the truth goes unspoken
I've even forgotten my name
I don't know the season or what is the reason
I'm sitting here holding my blade

A desolate place (place)
Without any trace (trace)
It's only the cold wind I feel
It's me that I spite as I sit down and type
The only thing I know for real

There will be shit (shit) post (post)
The man in the mirror nods his head
The only one (one) left (left)
Will ride upon the donation's back
Because the scammers don't give back what they take

Oh no, there will be shit (shit) post (post)
It's the only thing I've ever known

Losing my identity
Wondering, "Have I gone insane?"
To find the truth in front of me I must climb this mountain range
Looking downward from this deadly height and never realizing why I type

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