Aw Hell!
If you were on fire I would not come
I would not walk jump skip or run
to you.
I would just let you burn and warm yourself inside. With us on the
outs still fine.
Selfie!
If you were drowning I would
go back in time and **** the
man who invented rope so there'd
be none for you.
That's what I'd do.
So please please do not
contact me.
Consider me beyond the grave and there's no psychics.
Actually consider me never to
have existed at all.
Not in your memories not
even in a blade of grass
that's been stepped on.
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 8:39 PM UTC
Aw Hell!
If you were on fire I would not come
I would not walk jump skip or run
to you.
I would just let you burn and warm yourself inside. With us on the
outs still fine.
Selfie!
If you were drowning I would
go back in time and **** the
man who invented rope so there'd
be none for you.
That's what I'd do.
So please please do not
contact me.
Consider me beyond the grave and there's no psychics.
Actually consider me never to
have existed at all.
Not in your memories not
even in a blade of grass
that's been stepped on.
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