there is dreadin a wrong word.there is hopein the right word.there is most of our livesstuck in the muck between.if only she knew.-
How can you be sure she doesn't?
is not all love fiction?do we not all want, hope, cling to, grasp, crush, realizeweep?
yes, it's all fucking made up... where does the self-loathing come in, after the weep?
oh skib,the glass is half full, baby.-she considers, 'yes.'that is always enough.
i know ov,it's just that this hot young girl took my heart for 9 months then trampled on it, now I'm like Frankie V's pooch, cheating at scrabble and surfing dogporn...
yeah...but that is some pretty good doggiePorn.-
bah redeemedshe knew
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