I'm Running Out of Things To Write AboutA Poem by Davidgeodot comdrunkenly stupid they call me things like. . . assaholic clown b***h and don't forget to leave reason behind when we argue when it's like murder without the crime so it's worse like it's among one of the first times so. . . i love to start fires and look closely at the outcomes (we all burn) eventually but i learned. . . every time anyway that you don't have to be the fastest', just, faster than what's next to you the speed of something relative to all of us or none of it can you catch me? or perhaps, may i catch you? blah blah blah whatever forever so go f**k yourself for as long as you can until i'm gone before i see you again you assaholic clown b***h
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