sad.
oh well.
it’s just what it is.
you choose to be.
you can choose not to be.
i have no luxury of choices.
go on a hunt
for a sweet sweet virgin..
let her bear your son
and tattoo your name
on her life.
i wanna beat the crap outta you.
i.
want choice.
screw everything.
im not soft anymore.
im just in pain.
always.
and it makes me a bit nuts.
but funny thing?
no one knows the difference…..
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