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i want to take a razor and cut off my hair.
sometimes I want to turn around with the voice of a banshee and say" what he fuck do you know." or "what do you mean you love me, you cant even see me mother fuckers, no you love what I do for you." or just some time, in a whisper, inside my head, I want to say shut up shut up shut up" some times I just want to say good bye. all of the time, i know, I am my imprint, I am not as important as what I leave behind, my footprint. fuck me for ever being selfish. fuck me fuck me fuck me nbjnnhjnhbg hbgnnhbjnjhbnmjhmmjhmjnhmjnhbmjnknmjh fuck me. Ill suffer it all, because of what i deserve and because of what is important.
and though my face is twisted, and Im right now blubbering and snotting like a weak idiotic moronic infant, I say bring it you fuck. Im noting compared to what I should be, and I have work to do. Get out of the fucking way, I’m on my knees only temporarily.
Give me Christ or give me Hiroshima.
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