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Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

There, I wrote curse words.

I still don’t feel any better.


I'm Not A Poet

The Fat Day

You know the feeling.

You wake up, sun streaming in, birds singing, the breeze dancing. Your eyes heavy, your skin soft. Then, a grumble from somewhere deep, echoing a cry for help. 1,184 more words