Sick of Life

Nodeshell	My penis shall not suffer as a result of this horrible poetry!	Pain and beauty, our constant bedfellows. Young as I was, I understood.	Teen angst
trained not to think	Death	Too much bad poetry on E2	My Angst Ate my Suffering in a Void of Meaningless Existential Nihilistic Self-Oppression: An Poem

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