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I'm saying fuck it to the world

my ears have blisters 

know why?

I'm so depressed I tried to drown the sound

I tried to drown it out with music 

and my ears got drunk

so drunk and soaked they got blisters.

Why did our first lovers ruin us so much and nothing was ever so beautiful again?

Why did they end up being someone I wasn't aware of, but knew they

were capable of becoming.

Sex makes people insane.

Don't assume they will stop, humans are humans

we can't control one another.

If you think you can control them you are a domesticated freak

I want you to understand you are the only one capable of choosing your life

become aware of your surrounds

make the possibilites of others actions considered in your mind

they can rape you.

Does it make it okay?

No, not at all.

But will they stop because words mean something?

No.

Even though we say no means no.

Obviously they don't understand.

-art

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