i miss you.
come be here.
you're the only one i trust.
because i don't have to put any effort in to it.
i want to sing. i want to sing.
i want to take a nap.
i don't want to make chicken, or to eat anything
and i don't like mint gum as much as i like fruity gum and all my mountain dew's gone
and i have to pee
and i'm so glad i don't have to put any energy in to that one thing anymore because it was really just too much.
i want to go back to art class and make something beautiful.
i want to eat eat eat eat eat eat eat.
why
why don't you just stop it?
THERE ISN'T ANYTHING TO SHOVE DOWN
THERE ISN'T ANYTHING TO METAPHORICALLY PURGE FROM YOUR SYSTEM.
YOU ARE FINE AND YOU DON'T NEED IT YOU FAT FUCK.
i miss you.
i love you.
but you;
you're horrible.
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