Dec 2019
GOD told me Iām broken
I have a disease which spoils everything I touch
With that comes all my creativity juices gushing forth into disaster
Like an artist I can build beautiful manuscripts but with the slash of a pen burn it down in an aching rot
Fortunately I can steer it into comedy and have a fruitful career
I only dread the comedians suicide
Masking your pit with laughs
Until Iām all dried up and mummified
******* for correcting me
I have a disease which spoils everything I touch
With that comes all my creativity juices gushing forth into disaster
Like an artist I can build beautiful manuscripts but with the slash of a pen burn it down in an aching rot
Fortunately I can steer it into comedy and have a fruitful career
I only dread the comedians suicide
Masking your pit with laughs
Until Iām all dried up and mummified
******* for correcting me
Too late
(27/M/Milk)
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