well, well, well.
he's going for three months.
ain't that swell?
js your old, unkunked pal.
rotting here in his undeniable hell.
he doesn't mind though, he does as they wish
for all he thinks he is
is their little play-fish
so he sits there all day
with nothing to say
balling his fists
while crying out a wish
that someday
he'll find love
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i- uh- made this. on behalf of what i believe is me taking a stand. allow me to say that this was made for a..... proper goodbye...yeah. that's what it is. a proper goodbye.