Rearranging the dictionary.
Monday, 8 April 2013
Poem
I think it's apt
That I don't remember what you said to me
We never remember anything but the
Negative comments.
Thank-you.
I don't seem to care any more that I'm surrounded by Cunts or look like a pile of
Dog Shit.
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