when you wreak of second-hand smoke i can barely stomach you.
nauseated and shivering you repulse me.
clean your act up or get the fuck out.
too many girlfriends lead to discontentment.
too much regret leads to too many girlfriends.
you’re smiling face deceives you.
i’m a trite malcontent because of tonite.
…oh the things we do.
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