

WIPThere are days where I do nothing but cry, Go through the motions-just try to get by. But those aren't the worst, for they are far too kind, It's a small taste of hell when I can't get you off my mind. I remember when I was scared-getting in too deep, too fast, But you told me you loved me, to leave my fear in the past. And then the day came when our positions were reversed, I begged and pleaded to no avail-felt like my love was cursed. Now you want me again-at least you say so today, How long would it be before you go your own way?WIP
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Im so manly not even my sentences have periods
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Intolerance will not be tolerated
np I have a lot of stuff to go through, if you do cool, if not that's fine too... I'm not greedy (too much anyway
I'm not big poetry, but I have read a number of yours and I liked them.
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Intolerance will not be tolerated
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I swear to God I'll pistol whipe the next guys that says 'Shennanigans'
Hey, Farva, what's the name of that restaurant you like with all the goofy shit on the wall and the mozzerella sticks?
You mean Shennanigans?
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Intolerance will not be tolerated
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