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I am so sick of this bullshit

That I need to got over it

You that this would never happen

Now look at all the crap I am in

You’re a fucking moron

I guess its just common

Like father like son

Drinking till your gone

They trying to get any girl to have sex

You no better then my ex

Why don’t you just get laid

Then some one will get paid



Life must really suxs

That all the smart girls don’t want to fuck

This makes me sick

What the other girls have to deal with

The only girl that would go out with u is an whore

That’s why I am closing my door



What’s this a new girlfriend?

She must have good hands

I feel sorry for this girl

Wait till she sees the real world

All I can say is good luck

I hope she knows how to fuck



See the problem is

That I cant stand this

I love you is 8 letters

But so bullshit

I want to love you

But no

You don’t love me

I am going to set my soul free





I have tired so hard

Not to make it go this far

And cleaning off the floor

Maybe in a couple of years

I will see you here.