With Your Permission, I'd Like To Scream Until I Die
Kansas
You miserable state
You f***ing lie
You filthy waste
You make him happy
I don’t care
You are THERE
and I am here
I do care
His happiness paramount
I will go on
…at some point
Conflict!
Conflicting thoughts!
Conflicting cares!
Screaming.
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