imma fuck you up tomorrow
2025-05-12
and there is nothing you can do about it
well you may refuse to take me as a patient but then wouldn’t it be revealing
you
dedicate your life to service of others and when in contact with one you
doc
i’m happy as fuck even when i’m sad as hell doc
i’m happy as fuck in my sadness
but i’m also miserable
unloved swallowed hate and the love i give makes them puke
i’m a creepy as hell lover doc
i’m creepy as fuck
but i can’t help it i love it
i’m aligned with it all
i kill it doc
i swear to god i’m special
i’m performing i know
i don’t know doc
WHY THE FUCK IM PAYING YOU
SAY SOMETHING
YOU HELP ME
FUCK THIS SHIT
ye ye i know it’s me my power my responsibility and all that other shit
but doc
i got u
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