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Cuss. Are you cussing at me?

by @eleanor-2

Jelly dry as fucking ice Mice Like evils mice they bite Up my arms Like charms And Breyer ducking butt why the ugh can't you fucking get up The thought of your thoughts is drought Me so The inside of my chest is better than the explanation of the Rest of the messages I sent Why can't you get up Sorry not sorry for the mice. Sorry not sorry for the ignorant would worry but too lazy But too dumb But too numb But too fucking fed up With your mothers hazy eyes and c cups Why don't you fucking get up Instead of fucking fucking up I hate the fucking thought if that You know fucking who I'm yelling at
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Apr 3, 2014
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