My man is the biggest f**g bird, holy h*l. Son how are u blushing when this man is treatin you like a breathing pocketpussy?? He don't f**g respect you, and he don't know when to give you space. AND ALSO HOW IN THE WORLD ARE YOU STRUGGLING TO WRITE A SONG??? YOU HAVE SO MUCH ANGST GOING ON, IT SHOULD BE FLOWING.
“How mutable are our feelings, and how strange is that clinging love we have of life even in the excess of misery"
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My man is the biggest f**g bird, holy h*l. Son how are u blushing when this man is treatin you like a breathing pocketpussy?? He don't f**g respect you, and he don't know when to give you space. AND ALSO HOW IN THE WORLD ARE YOU STRUGGLING TO WRITE A SONG??? YOU HAVE SO MUCH ANGST GOING ON, IT SHOULD BE FLOWING.