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 Gregarious, I’m not honoring the suicide pact we made. You said you’d want to free fall cause of the meditative rush you feel before the concrete. I said, “Alright, that’s the way to go.” You drove your body into my like a psychopath, orgasmed like an animal, came in your palm and slapped me in the face with it, cause we were both thinking the same thing, what a waste, right? I fucked you with my special Keith Harring condom, and then fucked you, multiple times, raw. I took you in my mouth and now my tongue has been itching for days. You said, “I’ve got that dick that’ll fuck your life up.” Probably true, but I haven’t made it to the clinic to check. You went down on my while I argued with my dad over the phone. Afterwards saying, “I’m your daddy, fuck him.” You got me high on cocaine and gave me head lice, your stupid dread-locks. For every level we clicked on you were a psychopath, I mean, of course you must be. And you were running out of post-abuse lullabies and the void in my chest expanded astronomically. As I was leaving for good you spat on my windshield, and ripped the antenna off my car, screaming wild as I peeled out. Last I saw you, you were running after my Prius in downtown San Jose, and I had a huge smile on my face, because I’d finally hurt you.
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