I Qualified You


Just because
I qualified you

For at least
Seeing my shit

Think about
My generosity

Instead of
Complaining

Note: We were, are and always will be strangers to each other. I keep the most precious things to myself, guarding them with the kind of strength that is impossible to comprehend for the frail. Cranky, crabby and negatively messed up individuals (while alive before committing suicide or walking like a zombie) effect me a lot, especially when in the shape of a cheating bitch, someone with two boobs and a vagina comes closer to me, announcing all of her love ONLY for me (obviously faking) and then blaming everything wrong in her life upon me before opening her legs to the next.

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