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This is NOT Beautiful
Dammit. This isn't even a poetry. I'm not even going to bother fixing the spelling. Arghh.
Sitting Alone.
Semen Dribbiling down my leg. Cigerrate making my nose itch.
Is this what life Is supposed to be like?
Shouldn't there be more?
But..this is beautiful, isn't it?
I hate it
I loathe it
But don't I love it?
Isn't this beautiful?
I have always told myself
That It could all be beautiful
You were beauty
as was I
Was it just a loophole?
Was it something I invented?
How could it all be perfect?
How could everything be disguistingly beautiful?
If I can see the beauty in rape and murder
Than Surely this must be beautiful.
It has to be.
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Spinach in Need is Spinach Indeed
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