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Aug 2015
When I'm all alone
And when I have a bone
I think of nothing to do
Except pull one two
My **** is hard
Like a sword guard
I start stroking in rhythm
And my **** creates a prism
Refracting all colours of light
Waiting for a slight
Burst of hot sticky ***
To unload all over this virtual girls ***
Cause I'm a loser who only has ****
I guess I'm just forlorn
Living a life of solitude
I have the wrong attitude
I need to start respecting women
Not just trying to break their *****
Maybe I should just **** myself
But I could never forgive myself
Because only scrubs choose suicide
Because life is more than do or die.
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