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And she doesn't care too much for meEven though I talk to her in DothrakiAnd do the things you do To try and keep a cat healthyI give her eatsAnd I buy her treatsAnd don't go mad when she shitsAll over my sheetsAnd when she tries to kill meby tripping up my feetsI'm still likeAwwwwww you so sweetAnd she looks at me likeWho the fuck are you Don't you fucking look at meNow where the fuck is my foodGo to the fridgeGet the pouchThen deliver food to mouthAnd then fuck you I'm outImma go and hunt this mouseAnd she kinda looks like toothless From how to train your dragonSad eyesThat hideIn a little ball of fluffBut she'll rip the shit out of your postersIf you don't give her any attentionThen just like P.O.SShe'll be like fuck your stuffBut I love the shit out of that little kitty Even though she prefers my housemates to meAnd although she'll never invite meto one of her cat partiesAt the end of the dayAt least she's not a dogThis is a poem about my cat!
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This poem describes the start to a relationship ending in horror
All I know is my truth and at 16 I was in a substance induced psychosis...and I got this
Have you ever been so aware of you self that you felt like you've lost your self?