Fuck

Fuck.
I don’t even know you and now I don’t want to go into my own fucking thread.


Fucking STOP.
 
Fuck. Just fuck. For all the reasons and for none of them. Life has me fairly babbling in my inner conversations. It's a clown show in there.
 
I am in a non-smoking room on a smoking floor. What the fuck. The stank permeates every fucking thing.
 
You and your friends who presume I am someone whom you knew .
You for disturbing my peace.
Backache that restricts my movement .
MDs who feel I will never walk again .You know well I will beat you .
 
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