We parted ways,
As she left,
Obviously with other,
Probably more important and more interesting things to do,
Than casually chat with me.
I wasn't very interesting.
At least I didn't think I was.
I didn't speak to many people,
So I couldn't ask them,
If they thought I was bland.
But it was good.
That our conversation ended early.
That meant,
That you couldn't have gone far,
And I could track you down,
And interrogate you.
For a crime, I knew you'd committed.
But I needed reasons,
And I needed relief,
That I could only find by placing my fist,
Against that infuriating little face of yours,
In a rather unforgiving manner.
I don't think I'd really do it though,
Want to,
Yes, very
But actually do it,
No, not at all
It went against my morals
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Fat Ugly Lies
Historia CortaI'm fat. You're broken. He's being played. And she's impossible to hate.
