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Jul 2013
IX
no interest in you or
your hands on my throat
and i don't want your ***
its coming clear to me now though:
everything's just ******
i want to take pills but
not the ones prescribed to me
You can rot in hell i'll probably see you there
everything's **** and im tired of the culture
im sick of expecting to be used
and if im gonna get ******
i should at least get paid for it
me complaining hahha.,a,9th entry of BURN
chess mess
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chess mess
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