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Sunday morning and I'm tired of macDs and cigarettes and diet pills and coffee they don't make me happy Im not thinking about you because I think I hate you but I'm not really sure if it's hate or annoyance because if we're to be honest I'd have to love the **** out of you to hate you,  or even feel just the slightest bit of emotion but I don't because I've realized that's resent you for being such a ******** of a person you disgusting , ****** I asked you multiple times not to drink my mother's coke and you assured me you'd bring a full bottle right before mothers came home from work but you had no intentions of doing that you disgusting , ****** anyway this is not about you it's about how I've burnt myself to ashes trying to understand where I am right now and why I think I love almonds cause they're good for me and are just what I need and the doctor won't warn me against it, but almonds are boring and are nothing like the nauseating feeling of finishing a whole pack of ciggs alone outside of a lecture you know you're gonna pass anyway , unintentionally Im here thinking about how I know I don't want any of these things but I do, and conjunctions, **** conjunctions and the way they're meant to connect two things together but when it came to you and I , our only conjunction was the very scripture I was too scared to tell my sunday school teacher because I made a deity out of you to the point where you were my king but the only time you made me feel one with your royalty was late night's on bent knees , when you held my crown to control  the motion of your pride finding warmth right deep down my throat . throat
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Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 4:06 PM UTC
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Sunday morning and I'm tired of macDs and cigarettes and diet pills and coffee they don't make me happy Im not thinking about you because I think I hate you but I'm not really sure if it's hate or annoyance because if we're to be honest I'd have to love the **** out of you to hate you,  or even feel just the slightest bit of emotion but I don't because I've realized that's resent you for being such a ******** of a person you disgusting , ****** I asked you multiple times not to drink my mother's coke and you assured me you'd bring a full bottle right before mothers came home from work but you had no intentions of doing that you disgusting , ****** anyway this is not about you it's about how I've burnt myself to ashes trying to understand where I am right now and why I think I love almonds cause they're good for me and are just what I need and the doctor won't warn me against it, but almonds are boring and are nothing like the nauseating feeling of finishing a whole pack of ciggs alone outside of a lecture you know you're gonna pass anyway , unintentionally Im here thinking about how I know I don't want any of these things but I do, and conjunctions, **** conjunctions and the way they're meant to connect two things together but when it came to you and I , our only conjunction was the very scripture I was too scared to tell my sunday school teacher because I made a deity out of you to the point where you were my king but the only time you made me feel one with your royalty was late night's on bent knees , when you held my crown to control  the motion of your pride finding warmth right deep down my throat . throat
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Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 4:06 PM UTC
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