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Geneticly Inclined to Never Love
IP:
If I talked to a girl, I wouldn't know what to say
"You look like a horse." "NO! I mean that in a GOOD way!" "Would you like to see some pictures I drew? Specificly of you? Yeah about those tentacles, oh I drew those too." I have a few thoughts in my head. Being in love, being dead. And thoughts of regret for words I have yet to of said Each time I look for love, it is in the wrong place Either internet websites, or screams towards outer space My love is such a twisted thing, eternally spiralling down Because it starts in such bliss, and has nowhere to go but down That's why when I fantasize, it starts with hugs and kisses And then goes onto cum on her face, and it just gets more twisted So I sodomize her ass, with a strap-on she violates mine And I can't continue these thoughts, in monosyllabic rhyme As I lay awake in bed at night cuddling and Crying into one of my pillows, I ponder for a moment All the moments that in a moment made my life What it is today. If I wasn't so shy I could have Talked to that girl, and the one I did talk to I should have gotten her number. And for that Girl who's number I got I should have called. And to the girl I did call, I'm sorry I hanged Up so abruptley. I must've had a panic attack. Maybe I wasn't built for love. Wasn't designed for it. |
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