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what words do i need to put here next? o yeah right, i just lost an argument today and i didn't bother speaking out my stand. speak out what? speak about how ****** my life is turning out to be? i was late at work today because of the ****** traffic enforcers who delayed my travel because of their incompetency on handling the ****** up traffic and funny; they make a living out of my taxes. my fingers wants to explode, my fists wants to punch a hole out of thin air. this frustration can't even take a shape of a ball and so it goes ******** my head all day is it fair to say i'm doing my best every single ******* day just to make it through the fire? bukowski, i imagine your ghost but i can't tell what would be your reaction. maybe you'll ignore me like those desperate writers from the past who sent you their poems you ignored unless it was a fuckable ***** you don't give a **** for what matters most to you is how well you walk through the fire. i am walking through the fire. every day. every cigarette. every breath. every dump. every **** frustration at its finest
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Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 3:34 AM UTC
an art formed out of frustration and *********
what words do i need to put here next? o yeah right, i just lost an argument today and i didn't bother speaking out my stand. speak out what? speak about how ****** my life is turning out to be? i was late at work today because of the ****** traffic enforcers who delayed my travel because of their incompetency on handling the ****** up traffic and funny; they make a living out of my taxes. my fingers wants to explode, my fists wants to punch a hole out of thin air. this frustration can't even take a shape of a ball and so it goes ******** my head all day is it fair to say i'm doing my best every single ******* day just to make it through the fire? bukowski, i imagine your ghost but i can't tell what would be your reaction. maybe you'll ignore me like those desperate writers from the past who sent you their poems you ignored unless it was a fuckable ***** you don't give a **** for what matters most to you is how well you walk through the fire. i am walking through the fire. every day. every cigarette. every breath. every dump. every **** frustration at its finest
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Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 3:34 AM UTC
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