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You lived next to a mushroom field The smell was pungent and distinct It reaked of sewage and sulfur I never understood how anyone could "Just get used to it." I hate mushrooms now Moreso that I ever did before. I mull over the things you did to me And made me do to you. All I can remember is The smell creeping up my nasal passage Strangling me Choking me. Since that day, My life has resembled that place. So much junk to deal with Such a despicable scent People wonder how I deal with it. I don't even know how I stand the stench. But I find it funny, oh the irony In how I have come to simulate The place I detest the most.
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Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 3:07 PM UTC
Mushroom Field
You lived next to a mushroom field The smell was pungent and distinct It reaked of sewage and sulfur I never understood how anyone could "Just get used to it." I hate mushrooms now Moreso that I ever did before. I mull over the things you did to me And made me do to you. All I can remember is The smell creeping up my nasal passage Strangling me Choking me. Since that day, My life has resembled that place. So much junk to deal with Such a despicable scent People wonder how I deal with it. I don't even know how I stand the stench. But I find it funny, oh the irony In how I have come to simulate The place I detest the most.
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Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 3:07 PM UTC
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