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Jun 2016
I want you
To point and laugh
At me

To laugh as I cry
To make fun
Of my meaningless
Suffering

Until the day I die

I don't like
This body

That much
You can probably tell

But "that's life"
Or "that's how it goes"

Oh well

And as I eat
And **** in
Each painful breath

I read about
How Fukishima radiation
WIll continue to damage
Our health

The healthy and happy
Prosper
And their contententment
Continues on

As I am left
To sing
A miserable
Sad song

Hours in chat rooms
And what the
"F* for?

Just so women
Can mock me
And I can be
Their *****

I'm a sad pathetic guy
And it's plain to see

That there therapist
Could do nothing
To prepare me
For this misery

And I know about hope
And all of that too

Struggle through another day
Is all I can do

And I see women so happy
And so satisfied
When well-hung men
Bury themselves deep
Inside....

And I told this woman
About how Matt
Is not my real name

How when she calls
Me "Maddeline"
It takes away some pain

Do I even exist?
Am I even really here?

Without much human contact
Not much to fear

Three different chat rooms
And I move
From one to one...

And as I furiously *******
I have so much fun!

This is my life
And there is no one
Else here except me

At 12, at 2, at 4
It's the same misery

And the awkwardness of
The left shoulder
Still continues on

And in this game
Of life
I'm just a pawn

And I want to pleasure
Real men

Want to pleasure them
So bad

And I need a woman
To remind me
Of the gay feelings
I have had

And it's all so ******
And so much fun

And it helps me
Release
My healthy load
Of c
Matt
Written by
Matt  34/M/Los Angeles
(34/M/Los Angeles)   
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