Oh world!
Why do I love you?
Youre too sweet in horribleness.
Your dirt smells like perfume.
I get nervous knowing it all.
Knowing your inside jokes.
You play daily.
I come to the end.
Of the dirty, dirty road.
Realizing nobody knows me.
I spit on their faces.
With disgust.
As they babble on with their useless stories.
Stories of how they know.
What it all means.
How pain is a word in the dictionary.














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