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Aug 2018
She's a sad excuse for a **** buddy
She shows up at my house when I least expect it
And thinks she can amaze me with her second rate *******
And her third rate kisses

Her lips taste like cigarette ash and old gum
Her ******* feel like sandpaper
And she never lets me use her *****
Just the ***
And usually she doesn't wash
But I **** her anyway because I need a release
I only feel worse after though
As if I used my shitstained ****
To sign a contract to be her slave

She can barely hold a conversation too
I ask simple questions
And she answers with ugly laughter and
"You're so stupid"
Never an answer from her
Just her being
Just my worthless being
Just her worthless being
Just my being

"I'll see you again next time"
She says, and I say
"Give me back my ******* keys"
And she laughs that ugly laugh
"Fat chance, stupid."
She says

I hate my anxiety
Yes. My anxiety is a sad excuse for a **** buddy.
Lorenzo Iñigo Jimenez
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Lorenzo Iñigo Jimenez  M/Manila
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