truck

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fuck you. you're so cruel. why do you treat me this way? are you even listening to me? god. i hate you i hate you i hate you. baby i'm sorry. please. don't cry. it'll be okay, i promise. just let me hold you. don't cry. just tell me you didn't mean it and everything will be okay. what? oh yeah? fuck you. i'm never talking to you again! never! yeah that's right! no. starting right now. dumb bitch.

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love is complex

by truck
5-03-01


	who the fuck are you?


	that's an awfully existential question.


	but who are any of us really? nothing more than ants, clinging to the dried teat of our blind mother earth, spinning through the void looking for a god, a reason, any reason at all, to be.


	i'm not talking to you anymore.


	"i'm" not talking. but who is the "i." and how can the "i" "not" talk? if the "i" is, then how can the "i" "not" be, or do, anything?

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