Well You Decide
**** me over **** me hard and dont forget to remove this shard, if glass could speak
we'd all be weak.
**** me over and **** me hard and you can hide the glare but I know your card.
All who reads this all who feeds bliss you love what you love and I love you but
In the end I'm whos screwed, If we're weak enough to fall then I guess its me who's glued.
Dont feed me this s.h.i.t don't feed me your food, would you call it gracious when I reside in such spacious liquid brewed? I steer and when under my head is clear which is why The end is what I fear.
-JLG
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