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Ridges on concrete make up the hands you possess The very same hands that changed my mind process Birds aren’t like the ones we saw one summer’s eve
Thot, thot, thot. Hear that shit everywhere I swear. Thot, thot, thot. I’m capable of getting a nut, giving a nut, but not of tender loving care.
Deodorant sent them to space
please stop placing me on a pedestal
I am not a number, I will not conform to a game. I am not a test, I will not feel the shame. I will make you know my name. You aren't my friend You haven't even tried.