its become difficult really. so hard to understand that you really don't want to be my man not really just sex, not really a shove to a guy who just keeps falling in love if i caught you with someone else, would my heart really break? because it was much too much just to take? too long and too much and too hard to the touch its not just sex, and fucking as such i'm barren, feeling sorry for myself and so ugly and crappy like the nurse screaming at the kid's wet nappy given choices i rather don't want to make feeling there's a lot more than this burning at the stake staring numbly at the wall feeling like shit on christmas day knowing nothing of this destruction that plagues me anyway i'm not reliable they say as they stamp "rejected" i walk home slowly feeling dejected and disrespected the chants of people screaming that i'm a teacher's pet sorry motherfucker, i aint dead yet i can tell thats how you want it to be the person you want to see dead the most is me but i don't care, i'm still searching the floor but i don't care not anymore.Birth sign: Aries
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