Is it just me or are you feeling extra uninvited? Asifa was a messed up mistakenly unintended. But then who invited this and invited thoughts so persisted you'd think they've been bought. Framting usage through false dominance, zero chills when I've been trying to see life through a different lens as an outlaw who's constantly hitting new lows. Was you blame me if I gave or two or two a few blows? My overthinking has cast new dents. Perpetuating my antifoshcial pessimism is crediting my high levels of optimism All turned down by my very own mind. I sure am one of a kind. A protagonist and an antagonist of a Dean plot written by a vague artist. Yet, the way I say this always hope, even when it seems like you can cope. So perhaps it's what the try. I'll come back with a reply.