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I write because I have no talent. I wind up cooking for reasons all the same. Relegate me to solemn, lonely domestics. Is it worse even still you call me Sir? Or is it fucked up that I care? Well, how dare you, Shitlord. How dare You.

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ZeroNine

27 / Non-binary

Published: Apr 9, 2017
LinesWords: 1347

Notes: Fuck you you fucker.
Tags: #shitlord #queer #cis #scum #truscum #transgender #awareness #genderqueer #gender #rage

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