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Inner Dialogue

I swear to fucking god, I get so fucking sick of writing love poems all the goddamn time.


stupid stupid love poems.


why don't i just snag a dick and stick with that

and write about some famous whore's ass

or a pedophile's new reality show

whatever whatever whatever


it's easy to fall into love

then getting that shit

out of your fucking

clothes is near impossible

Bleach will only burn your skin

BECAUSE LIFE IS SUFFERING  

AND TO LOVE LIFE IS TO SET 

YOURSELF UP FOR ALL KINDS 

OF MISERABLE CLUSTERFUCKS


it's all been said before

it's always being said 

right now 

right then

in a little while


the same shit in different colors

and always with

fucking

LOVE


why why why 

LOVE isn't

even REAL

we made it up

so our genes

could keep 

on going on 


Why can't i just get famous rich and mean already.

i just want a marble house on top of a diamond 



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