now that i've got it out of the way... its time to get all the stuff back.

i mean myself back.

and i dunno wads wrong with her. i dun like it. why not be yourself. again, i don't know anything. so i can only shut up.




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life;abel



you reek of alcohol
you name a metaphor
i call you a coward
i say, you retarded

you turn and look
you see and sob
you picked the lice
you find demise

i see the terminal
i hope she matters
i can't, be bothered
i feel distorted

life is shit
shit happens
move on, you creep
that's all i desire


I'm not going to continue this. It's getting boorish. It would if i do.