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the women are strong and beautiful and relentless the women can withstand pain far greater than any man 113 pounds of meat walking the streets they don’t need your muscles they have their voice and before you know it you’re tossed out on the streets or left alone with roaches or thrown in a jail cell or taken to court or put in a madhouse after they got inside your head and tore you down psychologically or played with your emotions like a puppet and left you to the point of suicide while they ride around town with younger men 113 pounds of meat walking the streets the power they hold the magic they perform the voice they use they can take you to heaven or send you straight to hell they can clean the **** stains from your underwear or have you sitting on the edge of a bed in a hotel room, penniless, with the bottle tilted towards the stucco ceiling, wondering where it all went wrong they don’t need your muscles save them for whoever or whatever might be coming next.
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Nov 2, 2024
Nov 2, 2024 at 3:39 PM UTC
113 POUNDS OF MEAT WALKING THE STREETS
the women are strong and beautiful and relentless the women can withstand pain far greater than any man 113 pounds of meat walking the streets they don’t need your muscles they have their voice and before you know it you’re tossed out on the streets or left alone with roaches or thrown in a jail cell or taken to court or put in a madhouse after they got inside your head and tore you down psychologically or played with your emotions like a puppet and left you to the point of suicide while they ride around town with younger men 113 pounds of meat walking the streets the power they hold the magic they perform the voice they use they can take you to heaven or send you straight to hell they can clean the **** stains from your underwear or have you sitting on the edge of a bed in a hotel room, penniless, with the bottle tilted towards the stucco ceiling, wondering where it all went wrong they don’t need your muscles save them for whoever or whatever might be coming next.
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Nov 2, 2024
Nov 2, 2024 at 3:39 PM UTC
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