I laugh and smile
My teeth rot inside my mouth
My stomach ****** in to the highest degree
What if I missed you?
Would you christen me?
Your blessings mixed with curses spilling from my lips
I do not deserve your forgiveness
Please **** me, my tongue will act as a landing strip for the poison you'll pour down my throat
A poison of my own invention
My own hands squeezing my eyes for witnessing what I've done.
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 5:50 PM UTC
I laugh and smile
My teeth rot inside my mouth
My stomach ****** in to the highest degree
What if I missed you?
Would you christen me?
Your blessings mixed with curses spilling from my lips
I do not deserve your forgiveness
Please **** me, my tongue will act as a landing strip for the poison you'll pour down my throat
A poison of my own invention
My own hands squeezing my eyes for witnessing what I've done.
Nonsense
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