Through what distorted glass do you peer when you're trying to make me out? What bruiser cracked your pin-head up before you decided to leer my way all punch drunk and stupid? In what fucking comic book did a mouth-breathing autist sketch me as some detestable blob, a bloated ichor at which piss-ant yokels toss lit vodka bottles?
I am not the one
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hope things get better bro
if not
im always in to help some one hide some bodies
latz
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