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Third.
Folder:
Nine shitty poems. If you have to go through
so much trouble to
fabricate a story
Make a lie up, then do
It must be second nature
To switch friends like
TV channels
You're an infomercial
Fuck off
A girl I impregnated
Phoned me up drunk once
Told me how horrible I was
Told me I deserved less
Than what I had
I believed her
She's the one who paid for the abortion
My roommate left for a week
We raided her bedroom drunk
Ate all her food
And we opened her secret trunk
Found some old photos, a dildo, a note or two
Set it all on fire and we left it outside a few
Just seven days later she came back and noticed her
Food was all gone and her trunk. I remembered
Then.
Destroying her things
We united
In spite of her loss
We unwinded
Became friends
She cried for that night and a few others
Following
We fled the scene
