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Fuck the joints, fuck the pot,
Fuck the "I’ll call", you always forgot.
Fuck the truth, fuck the lying,
Fuck the tears, cuz now I’m crying.
Fuck the bets, fuck the deal,
Fuck the love, was it ever real?
Fuck the feelings, fuck the touch,
Fuck the memories...they hurt too much."
-Anne Walker
good poem. not so fun times..
*Just once I want someone to look at me and right away think I was beautiful... not after they get to know me... or after they see inside my soul... just me... I want to walk into a room and light it up... not blend...
Fuck the joints, fuck the pot,
Fuck the "I’ll call", you always forgot.
Fuck the truth, fuck the lying,
Fuck the tears, cuz now I’m crying.
Fuck the bets, fuck the deal,
Fuck the love, was it ever real?
Fuck the feelings, fuck the touch,
Fuck the memories...they hurt too much."
-Anne Walker
good poem. not so fun times..
*Just once I want someone to look at me and right away think I was beautiful... not after they get to know me... or after they see inside my soul... just me... I want to walk into a room and light it up... not blend...