did they...
were you drunk..
did you think not after before..
your friend's..
'said'
even if and you think..
but if you think and don't...
and the first..; but only the first'
a prick a pear a pen a word..
will it hurt..
will it squirt..if so how much..
one yellow dropp
to much..
and if so can i hide it..
if and when if it does it..
and they said that it will...
i can't think for your static..
it's low; not the attic..
push me not..
because..
what they 'said'...
if i don't...
will it hurt...
when it's full and i swell..
Whom will come for me...
then...?
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