Poems from Lipinski
go fuck yourself
and when you're finished
buy me breakfast.
My name is Robin, a name not important to many other than what the name means to me.
A bastard child created by a man who cared nothing for...
next,
to write whatever the fuck it is i want it to be.
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it is not narcisstic or gaslighting
it is not two fighting scorpios dueling...
She wanted and she received
A title
A place in the heart
Special indeed.
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How to explain?
Listen to the pattern of rain falling on a roof...