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Sep 2013
The night is always a good time for
Eating,
killing,
*******,
And other crimes.

Now living on my own, she wasn’t there beside me anymore.
Sometimes this was good, I slept better alone.
Why was it whenever I wanted to sleep,
the one that left me always got upset when I wanted my rest alone.
“Babe, I told you I sleep better by myself.”
“Yeah… I know.”
“don’t worry, tomorrow I’ll be a new man. Surprise me in the morning.”
The next day, the sun woke me up.
She wasn’t there, she didn’t show up.
I smiled, and went in the bathroom to take the greatest **** in the world.
John Beetle
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John Beetle  London On
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