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Somebody had to say it


Ask me what

and I will tell you why.

You did not want to know, 

but I thought you should. 

Trapped inside a selfish mind

of complacency? I'll give you

a dose of reality.

It is not my job,

but I feel obligated to

tell you that 

it does not matter what pants

you wear,

your butt will 

always look big.

They tell me to filter 

my thoughts before

saying them out loud,

but those are the 

ones who always

say nothing.

I never liked

those people.

 

 

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