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My companion for life should be a companion I like
Not ike arranged marriages, were in the north west, and I'm white.
He hides behind corners and waits to attack, sends me into panic, sits and laughs.
He receives joy from my pain, with recurrence, he gains.
My endurance and strength are what he yearns to take.
Anxiety's his name, with bow in hand, my life to take, he aims.
so sad cut his
so sad cut his _______________balls off
Anxiety
No joke - serious. Balls extrication, however, may have merit.
You guys are funny
You guys are funny