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To be Honest


It bugs me

When you put your

Toenail clippings

By my bed.

Don’t worry.

 

I put them in

Your mac

And cheese.

 

It bugs me

When you tell the same

Joke over

And over.

It’s ok.

 

I fake laugh

As hard as I can.

 

Hahahahaha.

 

It really bugs me

When you say

You’ll come but

You don’t.

Whatever.

 

We’ll have

More fun

Without

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