you'd think my name tasted like coke, the way you can't keep outta your fucking mouth. go ahead and catch your fucking breath. don't stutter when you speak keep your lies down your throat and your tongue in your fucking cheek
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this entry reminds me of that song by suicide file
You are who you fuck, or so I am told In this miserable city, where status is gold I've seen shit-eating people who claw their way up Looking for the acceptance that they never got It's all about winning the meat market games Among all the rejects, dropouts and fakes Did everyone give you the attention you seek Who's arm are you draped on this fucking week Trophy boys and trohpy girls Go fuck yourself, I hate your world Fair-weather friends are keeping score Name dropper, name fucker You're a fucking whore
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You are who you fuck, or so I am told
In this miserable city, where status is gold
I've seen shit-eating people who claw their way up
Looking for the acceptance that they never got
It's all about winning the meat market games
Among all the rejects, dropouts and fakes
Did everyone give you the attention you seek
Who's arm are you draped on this fucking week
Trophy boys and trohpy girls
Go fuck yourself, I hate your world
Fair-weather friends are keeping score
Name dropper, name fucker
You're a fucking whore
tehehehehhe yayayayyaya i love youuuu
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its the fuckin truth!!!
suicide file is the dankness
i fucking imed you to see if you wanted to come ride a bike...
i miss you!!!
bailer!!!
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