i hate him i hate him i hate him he grips he clings, wont let the fuck go and rambling rambling rambles without a single pause he mutes my attempts to seize control of the talk by projecting his voice loUDERR when i speak loudERRR LOUDERRR he is a middle-aged woman's fingernail, painted blood red, drilling 1/2 centimeter deep down the bed of flesh
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