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I am so sick Of these people saying I'm too much Of those people saying I'm not enough Just let me be Prudish ***** Slutty bore Perky punk Failed monk Does it really matter to you Being myself Doesn't require your permission Before you call me a fake Consider the lies that you make Hoping to save face Keep your face Keep your slow rotting corpse I'd rather preserve my soul
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Aug 10, 2021
Aug 10, 2021 at 1:41 AM UTC
If I Fake An O, Will You Think You're Profound
I am so sick Of these people saying I'm too much Of those people saying I'm not enough Just let me be Prudish ***** Slutty bore Perky punk Failed monk Does it really matter to you Being myself Doesn't require your permission Before you call me a fake Consider the lies that you make Hoping to save face Keep your face Keep your slow rotting corpse I'd rather preserve my soul
Rant cause **** people. I love when I **** myself over and get sick. Good times.
WickedHope
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Aug 10, 2021
Aug 10, 2021 at 1:41 AM UTC
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