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Apr 2015
Your moped.
disgusts me
Sometimes you take the 271 bus- passed, remorseless
You horrify me. Disgusting
Your nasal voice is your fault
You take computing while I'm convoluting
Over thoughts

Why couldn't I take computing
I saw a homeless man outside CIDA
I saw a homeless man outside CIDA
Why couldn't I be the homeless man outside CIDA
Your moped
Your lies

You disgust me, Liam.
serious writing
Dios Dormer
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