This One Asshole - a poem

[schu316]

Why can't I think? Think of something satisfying? Maybe my brain is being beaten down by the asshole in front of me. This begs the question, "why do I hang around him?" The truth of that matter is he is all I have to fill that friendship gap

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[schu316]

yeah, he inspired it. The truth is that it is a reoccurring condition in my life. Before it was James, it was some other asshole. I always have an asshole in my life, somewhere.