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"sloggers" poems
Sitting in a large room with a few people around - 2 friends, 20 acquaintance, One frenemy, and 50 sloggers with a frown. Every time I look at their filthy face I tend to rub down the pain the sarcasm They use to bring me down. I often fail to understand the purpose why these ********* are still running around For, I find this place to be ideal for dressing down. Everyone here looks stuck, behind the thick walls of the glorious fraternity with hidden brawls trying to solve unworthy affairs when all they can do is a conference call. They are highly judgemental and fail to express the agony behind their not-so-happy face. Broken and shattered, Cause they never really mattered. with their morality scaling down laughing while facing a nervous breakdown these losers are nothing but a big pile of something in the colour "Yellowish brown."
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Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 7:25 AM UTC
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