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SJ Stine Sep 2010
ALW
I guess I should take down our pictures together,
I guess I should forget about you.
I guess I should move on,
But why is it so hard to do?
They won't love me like you did,
Other guys don't get that sparkle in their eye.
We were a short time, love,
Fast and furious,
Meant to burn out,
like those shooting stars we used to wait for.
I guess I should stop romanticizing our memories together,
Start remembering your flaws.
We weren't meant to be,
And I have found a man now.
So I guess this is my goodbye,
I'll see you in the next life.
Anna Lo Sep 2012
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Alas, Alas
I seem to have drowned myself into Kool-Aid.
"Poets are shameless with their experiences; they exploit them" said Nietzsche once.
I wonder how you are today.
The Good Pussy Sep 2014
.
                                  What
                        ­    did the ****
                        say to the ******?
                       Don't make me ***
                          in there . What's
                          the difference be
                          tween your wife
                          and a bonus?Yo
                          ur wife  will alw
                          ays blow your b
                          onus. What do y
                          ou call a woman
                          who likes  small
                          *****? Hopefully
                          your   girlfriend.
                          The other day m
                          y girlfriend caug
                 ht  me blow drying my ****.
               She  asked  what I  was  doing.
                Apparent ly      w arming   u p
                  her   dinner    was  not   the
                        right                  answer.
( Joke's on you! )

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