Fuck Son Extra Quality May 2026

In the depths of my soul, a storm is brewing A cauldron of feelings, both fierce and stewing Frustration and anger, they swirl and they rise A turbulent sea, with no clear skies

But as I navigate these choppy waters I search for a calm, a peaceful anchor A place to breathe, to let go of the pain And find a sense of serenity, like a summer rain fuck son