I am not really angry,
but the product of pent up hostility.
I try not to rage, and pour out my soul,
but its harder then some would make it seem.
so the truth is I am not really angry, i just dont know how else to be me.
off all the things i expect of like betryal seems the most constant..betrayed by our bodies, our minds, our sex, our loved ones, our families, our lives and the oh so random individual we bless with an iota of our attention. Who needs freinds when they will fuck you over and ignore you..hmmm just like people here?
All you audi driving, 6 dollar a cup of coffee drinking, self indulged papmerperd, havnt had a days strife in your entire life cause mommy and daddy cover your ass mother fuckers need to kicked in the throat by bastards like me in ur shit kicker harley boots.
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