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Jul 2016
you don't have a friend here -
no, you don't -
you think you have, but no,
you don't have a friend here -
they're always strong
when they have the riches of health -
but when they loose it,
they begrudge the natural
stem of things - mortality has never
been so ugly... and i mean ugly...
rotting apple core licked
akin to eating maggots;
friends sort of vanish when Everest crops up -
and for the better -
their families are ****** up enough
that they don't need friends to prop them
as either sane or sober -
i mean, who the **** needs friends
when you can have prejudices to make theatricals with?
Mateuš Conrad
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Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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