how come i cant shit out a poem when i really need the release.
ugh.
pent up.
I need words to flow or I'm going to burst.
perhaps a poem about needing to write a poem?
what a calamity.
Speaking of calamity, if you read this.
You're a goodfornothingfriendstealingdirtynastycrackedoutstankmouthslut.
:] just so we're clear, if you try to even talk to him I will strangle you with your umbilical cord at birth, yep I went there.
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