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Panic attack in the car
"Hey faggot,
hey
girlyboy
hey.
Why can't you cry,
Why not?
You're supposed to be
a little bitch.
Well, you are-
hey
faggot
why don't you cry?"
I tell myself
as I
am high in the car.
I think
"What a good poem
that would make."
Why do I think this
instead of crying?
hey
girlyboy
hey.
Why can't you cry,
Why not?
You're supposed to be
a little bitch.
Well, you are-
hey
faggot
why don't you cry?"
I tell myself
as I
am high in the car.
I think
"What a good poem
that would make."
Why do I think this
instead of crying?
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