My angry-stalkerly-letter late-at-night is just this: total tellings of tears that I don't even believe exist. And more feelings of unwelcome, because, uninvited, because, no seek, sought. because, ain't shit, if you ever question know it knows it ain't shit, from nowhere, even less the special toppings, so remembering for we next time, always, a stranger...beast wishes, Nobody's Favorite.
I am intense. With no consequence, because output, alienated, and it's single-use suffers.
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