We?
NO.
There is no we.
No whee.
Nor me.
We don't exist.
We aren't real.
YOu have always despised me.
And I knoW it WelL.
WhY dO you knOw wHat I told you in my sleEp?
I creEp.
And Weep.
YOu disowned me yesterday.
I don't care in the slightest.
It just stings a bit.
I love you so much.
Can I please hug you and suck the life with a beatifully passionate kiss out of your face so I won't have to look at your fat, bigted ass-shaped head anymore? Because I love you so goddamn much, you sweetheart.
Bite Me.
Love you.
Asshole.
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I am a poet, musician, and strong proponent of LGBTQ rights, gender equality, and being your true self no matter what ANYONE says. Do what you please, comment anything that comes to your mind, make you happy first. Then your dog/cat. That's pretty much it. Hail Santa. THE END.
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