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the truth... from your estranged lover (intoxicated verion)
gawd!
u r
phuk-N
N-cred-edible
i waunt
u
N
my
armmmmssss
i wooont
meee
betweeened
ur
thighs
so you can get HIGH
on
MY luv.
teh goood kynd,
knot dat
cheeep
twysted shyt
u sittle 4
frum ur
sucken eyed
plasteeek
luv deeeler.
I gots teh goood stufff
p-yore, 110 prooof.
cum end gyt eet.
u woh-nt rygret eet.
eye've gots a lyfetyme supplie
u r
phuk-N
N-cred-edible
i waunt
u
N
my
armmmmssss
i wooont
meee
betweeened
ur
thighs
so you can get HIGH
on
MY luv.
teh goood kynd,
knot dat
cheeep
twysted shyt
u sittle 4
frum ur
sucken eyed
plasteeek
luv deeeler.
I gots teh goood stufff
p-yore, 110 prooof.
cum end gyt eet.
u woh-nt rygret eet.
eye've gots a lyfetyme supplie
Published 17th Jul 2015
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20th Jul 2015 10:00pm
its interesting how getting drunk can let you see new patterns. Even in words. Even though there is desperation here, it is real and honest.
