Sometimes what you suppress and bury is what sustains your life.
Sometimes mocking and speaking ill of what you bury that sustains your life starts to kill parts of you
Sometimes revealing very private information with ill-will rapes a loved soul
Sometimes bonding with another woman by demeaning and judging my serious struggles destroys me
Sometimes saying you'd maybe pick someone in fantasy land, "but this is reality" makes a brilliant first loser
Sometimes discussing reality with evident disappointment means you are merely dealing with the best you could get. And I'm not sure I'm even able to hang on to that for you.
Such an easy thing to click here to see [insert username from sex site here]. Such a destroyed life it leaves
The peacemakers, the angels, the sanitation department will take out all that trash
Sometimes you are meant to suffocate on your trash, because those who hide in the shadows will not be recognized on trash day.
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