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parasite's in the quiet caue lord knows a muthafucka to scared to sit in silence,the silence speaks back so you chase bodies like a coroner do suckin up energy like a succubus bitch sucks the soul from a nigga you not lonely. You just allergic with yo own soul and never found out how to make yo soul glow every time they sit still, The inner you becomes your enemy and starts knocking like a landlord with eviction papers so you run into arms of toxicity for somebody, anybody to distract you away from self who can keep the truth from echoing in your skull, they call it love naw its survival. spiritual shoplifter. stealing warmth from whoever dumb enough to stand close you ride coattails, like lifelines, dragging behind people with real gravity, hoping proximity can disguise yo emptiness, but the street sees thirst  the sight is unmistakable especially to a predatory dater you can’t outrun your own shadow. You can’t hide from the mirror when that muthafucka lives in your chest hitchhiking on souls cause you too scared to walk alone and the prophecy is simple if you can’t sit with you in silence, you’ll spend your whole life, begging strangers to mute it for you.