No, you're fuckin wrong. I'm having a bad day. I'm not sure what to do.
And i don't need your direction, your guidance, or your advice. Because all those things are worthless.
What I do need, is just one small poem, meaning anything, or nothing at all.
Just do it for me.
So i know that even stupid shit can have meaning.
You're the first man that encouraged me to explore feminism. I wish my father had a heart.
Tell me about your father and I'll tell you about mine.
My father told my brother to encourage his baby momma to have an abortion.
Now he has full custody of two boys.
My brother is the greatest man I have ever met. Is this some sort of joke?
We're going to be interested in one another. None of this makes sense.
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