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May 2013
Its not really hate
i mean its my fault

you dished out some bait
covered it up with plastic worms and
silicone tadpoles

You let me know how easy it was
and how fast and quick i was getting it all

but then i ****** up one time
became associated with a bad apple
i dropped the ball
But i was still there to pick it up...

now its a hostile enviornment

I can feel charlie breathing down my neck!

Are they in the trees,
are you in the walls
is there not enough mayo on the bread:
did they see me make that mistake?

Jesus Christ

i work at a sandwich shop so i can eat mushrooms on the weekend and still work the next day...
jaime reyes-hildel
Written by
jaime reyes-hildel  Seattle
(Seattle)   
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