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My oh my.

Such perversion seeping out of every pore,
you want me so badly but no longer
do I crave for you. I grow bored.
You were interesting, when you showed
me new expressions and shared them
with me alone, that's when you
entertained me. Now you've become
a toy I must share, and each secret
glance, grin, and kiss has been granted
to her as well. My oh my, she is pretty
and smart and ever so thin, everything I
am not. I am not skinny, I have acne,
my hair is messy and I always have ink
on my skin. My clothes are sometimes too
masculine or loose, or don't look properly
on me. My teeth are strange because of an
accident when I was young, and I am scarred
up in places you'd never imagine to see a scar.
The current is calling me away, my oh my,
I'm going to follow it and in the abyss of lost love
I shall remain.