The year is 2024. Month... December...
I have little hope left due to current circumstances... Crap apartment... Disability checks... Foodstamps... Crap free medical...
If it all gets taken away by that orange mofo, that's it. I am done.
I jumped through your little circus hoops to sit on my arse and waste away on my own terms. Now you wanna take even THAT from me?
Was homeless a lot as a kid. Had crap parents... yada yada... I'd rather die than be some stupid friggen housewife, pumping out children like it's nobody's business... OR the flip-side, being a wage slave till I die.
Nah. I go on my own terms. Eff you "Rump".
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Under the moonlight here I stand
Fearsome blade in my hands
Fighting beasts from nightmarish dreams
Reality bursting at the seams
-Written by me
Fearsome blade in my hands
Fighting beasts from nightmarish dreams
Reality bursting at the seams
-Written by me