Fleas on my ferret got me paranoid
Years and months, days from my birth
My girth is overwhelming, swelling
A true fortune telling of the death to come
I will not die to save my pleasure
Or treasure the measures I've taken
If you can hear me other self,
Other, you are forsaken
Careful claims could cook my candir
A friendly-fire offer, extended
I've pretended to be faultless in this gauntlet
I haven't wanted it
But the will to will could fill me still
If the other in me sought it
Please interpret my reality
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100% I like this one the best, and noone has commented on it. Ugh. I feel a little disgusting being polite to you...HAVEN'T H-A-V-E-N-APOSTROPHE-T. There we go.
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happy? btw, is that a caterpillar on your head?
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IT'S A HAT!
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