《F.T.Willz poems (prolly frank iero no one knows)》;-; no title i'm sorry

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take these rotting guts for garters, then go punch holes in the throats of martyrs

i used to

__hate__

cell phones

but now i

__hate__

car accidents

you're so cellulose, now my baby's gone comatose

paroxetine dreams, my sweet

keep quiet or they'll eat you while you sleep

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