there was a time, when you might have been beautiful. the novelty of everything eventually wears off. you're wearing off. you've worn off. you're looking a little tarnished, out of place, loss of all shine. you never really had it, i suspect my eyes were playing tricks on me, greedy little pricks. always assuming things, i live in a world of make believe and you my friend, friend not, cannot touch me. the nudity of everything stripped down to the nitty gritty, pez dispense of intricately woven shit and you look so pretty when you're trying, try a little hard to not be so wasted on yourself. taking up space for all the beautiful people struggling to breathe. hold up, back up, im vomiting on your philosophies. feels good to get that out of my system. gold star, pornstar, drinks are flowing to console the times of having to pay it forward, after all the bad things ive done, im starting to think i should really start trying a little harder because i wasted a lot of effort on polishing the inhumane characteristics of your character and you dont even have a character, just a well rehearsed script of pity and sap, sap and pity, indecent charm and it's not just a song, you know, you really are just someone i use too know.
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