fuck you fuck all of this fuck the tea stained yellow of faded bliss fuck the recorrections fuckthis



and what to say yah you wdere were right all along yuo never wanted to touch me and yes now that i'm dying you're right there. and yes no one cares, no one ever did, they stop oh they stop but all they can do is stare, and sit there, and wish there was some other way that they could pay we've all done paid and still the air stifles us and still we continue to care. fuck you the most because i love you and it ain't helping none of this will. what do i look like? do i look like what i have come to compare.