13.Half A Day A Week
I have found a lack of sympathy for my chemically dependent
brothers and sisters.
it disturbs me, my eye-rolling attitude.
i search through my studies of gods.
i search for the compassion wit
E, and i only have it half a day a week.
i try and i try and i try,
having myself crossed the fucking death junk line.
the forced cock, the backhand of love.
i know, i know, i know,
My shit clean, after all the shit i've seen,
if i can still fall in love,
if i can laugh my fool head off at my life,
and my hard, hard lessons, then why don't you,
you rich, thirty-five year ol
Kie fuck？ i want compassion for you,
but my friend i have none.
you bear your victimization like a cross.
a crutch. you're lazy. believe me.
believe you me. i can't now is that half day a
I'll make a search for compassion.
for you, poor you.
you fucking white millionaire.
my eyes are aching from roll.
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