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Nov 2014
Happy Thanksgiving
it's time to feast
set the dinner table
polish the silverware
and eat till you're sick.
Happy Thanksgiving,
I'm thankful for being alone in the house,
I'm thankful for having no money,
or family
to have an event.
For my feast
I'll be having air,
self loathing
regret
disgust
I'll be eating my misery
and when I'm done,
I'll purge it out,
purge out nothing
but purge none the less
just to make sure,
happy thanksgiving,
to you
to me
to us all.
Fish The Pig
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Fish The Pig
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