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im done with that website im done im just done dont send me any more links im deleting my account FOR REAL THIS TIME im done i dont need to be in any more of your ******** poems ill pretend like i dont know you you pretend like i dont like it yeah wriggle like you do hold your hands over your face cringe and pluck your ****** hairs grind your teeth and keep your fancy however many ******* hundered reads likes **** off its not just me NO ONE needs a stalker with a fountain pen an olympia typwriter or home row get a job *** cause im not going to keep doing it like this cause im NOT going to keep seeing myself like i used to cause i REFUSE to suffer something like what youre giving me cause you stay there while i kick cans and cat **** waiting for you here im done im throwing up my hands if my fingernails were longer i would mean it all just the same i would wave my hands on stilts ****** im done but oh yeah i see you down there that ****** with the ******* dollar that kid with suspenders and a premature comb-over asking for an autograph i see you but im ******* done here kid hullo ****** you can have this leg and you the other one take the other ill sign both but im really in a rush i have some cabbage boiling in the trailer
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May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 11:10 PM UTC
im done
im done with that website im done im just done dont send me any more links im deleting my account FOR REAL THIS TIME im done i dont need to be in any more of your ******** poems ill pretend like i dont know you you pretend like i dont like it yeah wriggle like you do hold your hands over your face cringe and pluck your ****** hairs grind your teeth and keep your fancy however many ******* hundered reads likes **** off its not just me NO ONE needs a stalker with a fountain pen an olympia typwriter or home row get a job *** cause im not going to keep doing it like this cause im NOT going to keep seeing myself like i used to cause i REFUSE to suffer something like what youre giving me cause you stay there while i kick cans and cat **** waiting for you here im done im throwing up my hands if my fingernails were longer i would mean it all just the same i would wave my hands on stilts ****** im done but oh yeah i see you down there that ****** with the ******* dollar that kid with suspenders and a premature comb-over asking for an autograph i see you but im ******* done here kid hullo ****** you can have this leg and you the other one take the other ill sign both but im really in a rush i have some cabbage boiling in the trailer
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May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 11:10 PM UTC
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