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This stick and stones ransack rebellion, and now a broken appendage is just, well, that’s it. It’s going to be that way now till I die. Inside we’re all screaming, even when we scream outside. Subtlety is not an act of human consciousness, and truth be told, sometimes I forget why we try to find the longest way around what we want to say. Love would be easier if you’d all just **** off. I hate myself, but I’m content with that. I’m not anyone’s biggest fan, but I’ll learn. I hate religion. I love curse words. I ******* love curse words.
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Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 10:04 PM UTC
"Something of a Lie."
This stick and stones ransack rebellion, and now a broken appendage is just, well, that’s it. It’s going to be that way now till I die. Inside we’re all screaming, even when we scream outside. Subtlety is not an act of human consciousness, and truth be told, sometimes I forget why we try to find the longest way around what we want to say. Love would be easier if you’d all just **** off. I hate myself, but I’m content with that. I’m not anyone’s biggest fan, but I’ll learn. I hate religion. I love curse words. I ******* love curse words.
austin-heath
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Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 10:04 PM UTC
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