harold babe Poems

omgezzers i have no feeling
none here nore there babes
im so alone in my popular world
it feels so cold in my black hair
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it tastes fuzzy and warm
caressing through the hollow thoughts in my numb broken lifless mind
it gives me thrills
to know im drinking window sills
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i pick my nose
i eat it to
i fart in class
and blame it on you
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spike, my friend dresses in drag
better than me, i dress like a fag
people judge and people laugh
they dont look through this mask
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we get pass back
they are going to attack
i hit it hard
i look like a tard
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god you evil guy
you make me cry
you sit in the sky
and ur car can probs fly
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frig a pig
or a wig
or a shig
frig your maw
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