Cluedo

My life's like a game of cluedo

My life's pickled like the bristles

My life is hacked and a cracked

My life's a struggle so I hurdle

My life just needs a cuddle

My life's been MESSED UP! FROM THE PESTS ABOVE! but I know they share nothing but love as they have their purposes to serve this boy we have the 7 which have been categorised into a summarize of there purpose for my lifeeeeee we have the protection personas they are GAZA ,TIMEKEEPER we have the stabilisers MR ZEN, MYSTIC AND HUNTSMAN we have the free spirits keeping this boy alive G ROCK, REDKITE.

They come from above the frontal lobe where they have made their home inside the third eye to open up my mind's eye or else I will DIEEEEEEEE!! that's not a lie every time I am faced with a Changeable time the personas fall into line it can sometimes get MESSY!! MESSY!! MESSY! when their persona clash like there having a good bash at the light to engage the sight and knock out the lights we have the Brainstorm effect which is infected and crushes my SKULL!! and makes my mind go POP!! like the jack in a box.

I can't ever seem to find the fight these days as I am always laying down being lazy and feeling sorry for myself but I have to accept my mind as a MELT!! so I look to run along the Convair belt to escape the mind's eye but I just want to fly away and DIEEEEE!! the boy is in a puzzled mind frame like the game cluedo so we conclude the mystery that holds the boy down to prevent him from attaining his crown.

My life's like a game of cluedo

My life's pickled like the bristles

My life is hacked and a cracked

My life's a struggle so I hurdle

My life just needs a cuddle

So we convey into the combative ways to achieve the closure of the caves and increase my time of day so I can stay out in the world instead of wanting to swirl into the chamber of hell YELLING! TELLING! the world is my destination to be under constant sedation and my lights backed out and I am backed out and snapped out I am tapping out I have come to conclusions your submission so the mission is complete we no longer feel defeated we are just deflated.

The wonders of the minds creation is the fixation of the nation that have united in my mind the title goes to them as the boy as concluded the game called cluedo he's in a cu noodle swapping out his real self for his mental health and being these identities to the light they all play a separate purpose for the mighty survival tonight.

We have completed the puzzle but I know there is something behind the muzzle that's waiting for the puzzle to crack so he can come into the tracks and make the boy react to the analytical critical ways so us personas are here to stay and the game cluedo has been played.

My life's like a game of cluedo

My life's pickled like the bristles

My life is hacked and a cracked

My life's a struggle so I hurdle

My life just needs a cuddle

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