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Sometimes I think that

The best way to fix my

sad little brain is to

go on an all out

all expenses paid


You know, just

stretch a bit before

And then go all out

and let whatever

grimy ogre put

his chubby fingers

all over me. 

How is that supposed to make anyone feel better?

It doesn't. It's just another subversive way to self-destruct. 

But at least I would be getting laid. 

It's a man's world, it's about time I trained myself to think like a man. Because there isn't any room for my womanly sentiments out there in that barren womb of a world. 

A violent lesson learned

And a sad truth I'll never forget.


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