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Doing things I wish I did Not have to do.

Cry in pain as facts do what they do.

Hopped up on a mystery involving loving you.

I wonder what I'll find in a tower made of poo?

Do you understand?

This all stinks, and I'm done!

Before we used to smile, but now I hate that fun.

It's taken me awhile, to accept I have no one.

Counter clockwise backspin and I walk away. I'm done.

Doing things I wish I did Not have to do. Cry in pain as facts do what they do. Hopped up on a mystery involving loving you. I wonder what I'll find in a tower made of poo? Do you understand? This all stinks, and I'm done! Before we used to smile, but now I hate that fun. It's taken me awhile, to accept I have no one. Counter clockwise backspin and I walk away. I'm done.

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All this fucking toiling, and for what?

A sink to shit in,

And my fucking Neetbux™ just got cut.

But I still drink, imbibe while I sup,

And wash down the poopoo,

With peepee from my plastic kiddy cup.