I am tired but have new pics of me and me and Rick and me and Shawna. I will attempt to write some crappy poetry.
I can feel him looking at me and I want to vomit.
I can feel his weight near me and I twitch.
I have memories rush on me like a curse
I feel the breath
Oh God it couldn't be worse
As he leans closer to get a look
I want to fuckin hit him
I make this clear
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