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fucking detox, man.


Holy fuck.

Fake as fuck! More beer man! Move idiot! Run, Run, Run – nothing left to do, man! Run, Run, Run – Yeah, fuck! Sun, sun, sun!
Whores! Cheap shit fucks!
Yeah, man I am so fucking fucked up. I vomit blood. I piss fucking madness. I,'m sick. I am rotting for within, man! Dying in this sad way. No one cares. No one cares about us. And I don’t care about myself. Fuck this world, man!
My stomach, you know.
My head.
My ass.
My balls.

I am tired man, so fucking tired, tired of it all.
Yeah, dying is better than this.
Better than sex.
What is this sex, you talk about?
Do yo care?
Fuck no.
Okay then.


It is gone, gone, so gone. I don’t feel shit! Yeah man really don’t give a fuck, what you fuck. What make u fuck! Don’t really give a crap at all.






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Publicerad 2022-05-29 17:43



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