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I want to write a poem so here I am doing it even though I have nothing to write about My head's a bit fuzzy I woke up around 4 pm. My girl wants to read me a poem she thinks I'll like it. "Not now, I'm writing." "Ok." and as the world burns to ashes outside losing weight becomes just as realistic as going outside and running without someone chasing me with a knife. I tap my belly twice. I've decided— I'll keep Steven. He's a good boy who has tantrums but a couple farts here and there usually settle him. My joints and my *** hurt when I get up I'm getting too heavy for my knees and the chairs aren't comfortable enough. This poem has an thing to it I don't know what it feels good and right it feels like Steven. I can hear my father arguing with my little sister over homework and that doesn't. There is a pressure plate pressing on my head and I can hear my skull crack the more they argue but it never pops it it just presses and presses never landing the killing blow. the homework questions begin "Is freedom good or bad?" "Good." "is censorship's something present in dictatorship or democracy?" "I don't know what censorship is." I get up from my bed my joints don't hurt I grab the door **** and shut my bedroom door. There's your answer.
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Mar 30, 2025
Mar 30, 2025 at 1:28 PM UTC
I wanted to write a poem
I want to write a poem so here I am doing it even though I have nothing to write about My head's a bit fuzzy I woke up around 4 pm. My girl wants to read me a poem she thinks I'll like it. "Not now, I'm writing." "Ok." and as the world burns to ashes outside losing weight becomes just as realistic as going outside and running without someone chasing me with a knife. I tap my belly twice. I've decided— I'll keep Steven. He's a good boy who has tantrums but a couple farts here and there usually settle him. My joints and my *** hurt when I get up I'm getting too heavy for my knees and the chairs aren't comfortable enough. This poem has an thing to it I don't know what it feels good and right it feels like Steven. I can hear my father arguing with my little sister over homework and that doesn't. There is a pressure plate pressing on my head and I can hear my skull crack the more they argue but it never pops it it just presses and presses never landing the killing blow. the homework questions begin "Is freedom good or bad?" "Good." "is censorship's something present in dictatorship or democracy?" "I don't know what censorship is." I get up from my bed my joints don't hurt I grab the door **** and shut my bedroom door. There's your answer.
#humor#life#censorship
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30/M/Portugal
Mar 30, 2025
Mar 30, 2025 at 1:28 PM UTC
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