i'm sick and tired of all your shit
you're a fucking four-chord wonder, baby,
you'll let anyone use you,
and maybe you sound a little different each time,
but it always feels the same
and it's easy to tell when you're faking your excitement.
i can't wait til it stops being fun altogether.
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dc?
don't care, i'm guessing
and
i admit this did not fill me with joie de vivre. some of which i could use at this moment
i am putting in a request for a poem about ponies and unicorns
plz
what is this one about? i'm getting that "it's about me oh god" syndrome that i get every once in a while. nevertheless, it's good.
huh. or maybe the "it's about me oh god" syndrome is really just a result of awesome poetry skillz.
oh. sometimes i am sad on your behalf.
This is the saddest thing i've ever read.
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