Your past due.
It's been months since your asshole nature forced me to pick up a pen.
Glad to see you haven't lost your touch.
I was beginning to worry your tongue had gone dull.
But you sharpened it tonight.
You always were good for 3 a.m. angst.
And maybe a few breakdowns along the way.
But what I love most about you is the way you can make me feel so miniscule.
As if I don't really exist.
Believe me when I say, I'm taking great pleasure in telling you to..
GO F@*# YOURSELF!
-emiko_d
-emiko_d
What is a poet? An unhappy person who conceals profound anguish in his/her heart but whose lips are so formed that as sighs and cries pass over them they sound like beautiful music.
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Love it sis glad you are starting to see yourself
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