Clearly my soul is so empty. Clearly these prose on the surface worth envy. Clearly I’m deadly (sure). Clearly I’m battling omens. Mostly in secret but some in the open. Clearly MM’s chosen. Most of my struggles aint noticed when spoken. Most of the people I try to talk to are broken. Send us an angel. MM needing healing. I’ve been unfaithful. I may be labeled as fake and deceiving. But that’s only said when ghost accts are speaking. Still Lord knows I’m troubled. On the low maybe I’m humbled. Post of when we struggled don’t mean sh—. I dont know why I confide in these demons. Can’t find no answer in none of these reasons. Please tell me the meaning...