There's this itch I have. I scratch and scratch until I let it open. Until I let it sting. I've got a gap in between my words. My thinking has become more in a stuttering flop. A soothing mind is a rather boring downhill asshole. A complicated battled mind is a fine imported dick. People won't ever win. We want more than we have, the pleasure will never sink in fully.
If you press your hands against someones body you find a mark, it fades until its gone. I feel like that mark. You'll watch me until I leave, and never do it again cause it wasn't anything special. Pass on by this mark. When built on anger, frustration, stress, and pure hate... Its a rather boring person. Because I hate everyone, I don't find anything good about you. I could care less about you. Its a full question, its a full bullshit statement.
Well, its all bullshit. So we need to be slapped in the face and deal with it.
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