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Dear too many people I used to know,

does your **** get hard when you hear your own voice

or are you really auditorily jackin off a softie?

 

chokin on pulls between bottles and bowls

we all know you're full of ****

yellin unfair brackets are the worst of it

 

come back and talk to me with eyes a little less red

with some stories and quips you haven't beaten so dead

 

if you're fed up with the honesty then get up and head out

I'll never be stoppin ya

scream and shout as much as you like but somewhere else

cause I'm seconds from droppin ya

 

an understatement is ever hearing your voice again would be too soon

just the memory is worse than a broken out of tune bassoon

 

 

in short I don't hope you end up dead in a fire

but to say I'd be sad would just make me a liar

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joe-hill
30 / M / American
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Apr 30, 2015
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