To my always almost gay almost girlfriend, the heartbreak of straight, the goodbye to bi. Julie, you Jew... ...you're a temptresses, an empty ring. Promises, promises... promising, everything. All insurmountable never accountable. A dozen year fling. I knew you might've read some of my words but, did you understand anything? Will this last final slap take out some of the sting? Since your dew? Don't do me no justice. Even when it's just us it runs more like sap. Princess Bitchface? Sounds more like a J.A.P. Sooo...you got a crack in yo' back? In East Cleveland, no less? Well my Princess H-Bomb early bathed in her napalm?--she never settled for less. She was always best dressed. She always knew the boys in the room, who'd settle for lipstick & doom, yet so soon as she'd swoon be some poon on the floor they'd slither towards the door. I had the keys to your apartment but you let me sleep in my car, the hour di...
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