Aug 2020
All those petty lies,
Futile tries,
And what’s you’re prize?
Nothing.
I don’t have a thing
To crown upon your head.
No crown
To coronate you an *******.
Disarming you upon your decent,
Shocking you when you’re grounded.
Stop seeking my comfort,
For soon I will lose this pity.
Futile tries,
And what’s you’re prize?
Nothing.
I don’t have a thing
To crown upon your head.
No crown
To coronate you an *******.
Disarming you upon your decent,
Shocking you when you’re grounded.
Stop seeking my comfort,
For soon I will lose this pity.
Don’t **** with me. Not that they’ll ever even read this. Ugh some people are so ******* annoying. They degrade themselves or say that you’ll do something bad to them just to be complimented or to get a gentle confirmation that you won’t do anything bad. I’m tired of that.
Title is from the song King Nothing by Metallica. It’s a good song.
Title is from the song King Nothing by Metallica. It’s a good song.
(18/M/Does it matter?)
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