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My pants don’t fit. Too tight. My skin too tight. My jaw got a crick, my back need fixed. My leg all twist, my hair is messed. My mood is sour. It full a bile. My door is broke, my throat feel choked. Everything wrong, nothing work.

Everything wrong, nothing work. My dog is dead, my buttock hurt. I got the bends. I got no friends. I gotta squint to see.

I wanna corndog but got no money. I feel strange and weakly. I got no cash for grass. I can’t buy my drinks. I’m poor and sickly.

1 Comment

  1. tasteetriceps

    i just called to say

    I love.

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