I'm tired. And sick.
I've got an unreceptive master. He ill-treats me with Hot tea, then cold ice water.
He never gives me enough. Always let me go never-full.
I hate him. I hate him for all that he is. He is a bas*** who never washes his mouth before touching me.
Everytime I face him, I smell his breath. He sucks big-time.
Yeah you can say he's got his own demons and issues. He's only got a poor red guitar that he calls his "love of a lifetime".
He's such a lonely person.
That's why I'm gonna leave him. You know I used to love him. And I still do. With all my love, a last picture shot of me before I do what I am gonna do.
Is that the ledge of the 23rd floor?
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