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Lonely Fuckers
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Society It's so futile and fruitless,
this pursuit for a taste
of the forbidden fruit.
Lust keeps us busy
but never satisfies us
when we try to fill holes
that only widen while
we fall for temptation.
We're all just lonely fuckers
grasping at straws,
craving for connection.
Aren't we all desperately
aching for affection:
for a hand to hold,
for a soul that knows us,
for a heart that loves us?
