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something glorious Mom and Mr. "IDon'tBelieveInUnnecessaryConversation" are getting a divorce. Talk to my crying eyes, talk to my back, talk to my past, talk to my front door. Talk to the lock on our future. Search for the key in~ In... Bottles of cheap beer and used syringes. Anal sex with your homeless friends. AIDS ridden faces, looking for a key... ...something glorious... The key... The one glorious day when our relationship can become a marriage. ...In the meantime, mother is screwing the milkman. And we're just trying to hold on to what we have. -snubreality
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