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the edges of my hatred for you had grown ragged and i realized it was time to file them down, i picked up the whetstone of contempt and weighed it carefully, its blunt smoothness removing me to a higher plane, And i smiled as i placed it on the table, My pleasure almost obscene As i slowly dragged the edge of disgust across its surface, enhancing and restoring the original shine...
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Nov 17, 2020
Nov 17, 2020 at 1:22 AM UTC
Hatred
the edges of my hatred for you had grown ragged and i realized it was time to file them down, i picked up the whetstone of contempt and weighed it carefully, its blunt smoothness removing me to a higher plane, And i smiled as i placed it on the table, My pleasure almost obscene As i slowly dragged the edge of disgust across its surface, enhancing and restoring the original shine...
I think we've all felt this at one time or another...
traci-sims
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Nov 17, 2020
Nov 17, 2020 at 1:22 AM UTC
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