Don't lie, my hang over speaks the truth, infidel!
Vigorously you strived to keep your falsehood alive, for what? Sympathy? I told you of the Wicked Witch and what deed need not happen to me again! But you, you dirty little whore, I call you what you are!
Rantings of a drunk man is something common to hear, but I am only hungover so lend me your ear!
Fill me up I'm empty
Eternity seems to be what i am made to wait
Being empty is so cliche', but so is love?
Every time I try to retain my individuality some one ridicules it then clones it.......cliche'........
I will think nothing more of it












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Fuck you and your $270 order. We make millions and millions of dollars every year. Hell, I spend $270 a day on my morning tea. I have a single cup hand brewed from rare herbs mixed with the tears of lost children.
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