Chapter 1
I thought to myself, i want some fucking walrus no waffles. my stupid head gets side tracked because I want anon dick❤️. murder my family please 😡🥰
my mom hits em 😭 (the kids) + (the dab)i got my car keys and hopped in my prius, I hope my mom doesn't find out, uh oh 🕴️i hop onto the HIGHway and flow down to the river to the horse stables and mulch bins, I hope my mom doesnt mind me seeing the dead mice hanging from the clothesline again, she yelled at me last time ,🤷♀️(mom is abusive) (im gay) (eat)
i arrived at the pot hotel inside of ihop (big jump) (i do meth) (gorsh morsh big porsh)
, i have anxious I I I I i almost ed pulled my eyebrows off.
(I'm colorblind btw) (and I have big boobz)
I see orange tints if Basel leaves hor
i strut down the dirt road inside the pot house inside of the ihop and I can't help but wonder, I wonder (i'm high btw) (wondering btw) green turnips on ceilingwhen i go to sit down I queef and i get my *cough cough* drugz *cough* abortion poop *cought+ I have aesthma and I'm on the run from the police for 2nd degree murder (Acab) (1312)
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PoetryKINDA ABOUT SMUT girl lost in a world of hate not loved 💔 it's hard to explain thanks🙀🙀🙀