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you're tactless, spineless, and mindless, i would forgive you, but i'm fresh out of kindness. and i never understood your obsession with those tin foils and straws, just another bullet point on your long list of flaws. i heard you mumble something under your breath, sorry, what was that? i can't hear you, you're so close to death. i try to quit you, but i don't know why. whenever i think about you all i can do is ******* cry.
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Jul 23, 2013
Jul 23, 2013 at 2:11 AM UTC
this is why i don't do rhyming poems
you're tactless, spineless, and mindless, i would forgive you, but i'm fresh out of kindness. and i never understood your obsession with those tin foils and straws, just another bullet point on your long list of flaws. i heard you mumble something under your breath, sorry, what was that? i can't hear you, you're so close to death. i try to quit you, but i don't know why. whenever i think about you all i can do is ******* cry.
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Jul 23, 2013
Jul 23, 2013 at 2:11 AM UTC
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