Voices say they can make you poop and that time in New York when I stood you up from the floor you had feces in your mouth and were prepared to give me a blowjob with it in there.
And then you did that thing whirr you pretended to hang yourself with a noose as we avoided the police officer.
Voices are saying you’d always planned to commit suicide.
I can’t change the past.
I can’t go back in time to get that blowjob.
And don’t know what they expect me to do with this information.
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And after you died you dad would impersonate you online on your accounts.
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Now they’re saying it was an acorn and the real poopoo was when you were in my house!