This is like the gift that won't stop giving, except its a padora's box inside a pandora's box inside a pandora's box
With every chapter the light at the end of the tunnel gets farther and farther away. This feels like getting circumcised without anesthesia. Like, even if we get that happy fucking ending that wouldn't save this chainsaw-fucked-up-our-ass experience that has left me feeling utterly bitter, like sipping the last bit of your tea and all you get is leaf litter shit on your tongue. In fact I'll write a poem for all the readers that will stick through until the end, because you deserve it.
Amidst the mangos Where the wind blows Was a gay hoe That got laid, yo
He was lowk crazy And his man was like Fuckin Shady But the author was like Mega-Crazy, like she fucking tazed me
The writing didn't even get me crying It just had me lyin Lying in my bed Like what the fuck, ted
I am not a writer But u a fucking fighter Someone get a lighter And put this shit up bruh
This is like the gift that won't stop giving, except its a padora's box inside a pandora's box inside a pandora's box
With every chapter the light at the end of the tunnel gets farther and farther away. This feels like getting circumcised without anesthesia. Like, even if we get that happy fucking ending that wouldn't save this chainsaw-fucked-up-our-ass experience that has left me feeling utterly bitter, like sipping the last bit of your tea and all you get is leaf litter shit on your tongue. In fact I'll write a poem for all the readers that will stick through until the end, because you deserve it.
Amidst the mangos
Where the wind blows
Was a gay hoe
That got laid, yo
He was lowk crazy
And his man was like
Fuckin Shady
But the author was like
Mega-Crazy, like
she fucking tazed me
The writing didn't even get me crying
It just had me lyin
Lying in my bed
Like what the fuck, ted
I am not a writer
But u a fucking fighter
Someone get a lighter
And put this shit up bruh