I'd rather grind glass into my eyes.
The pain is laughable
When I compare it to what I see
When you talk to her.
Her voice is high and ditzy
Ignorant
And yet you still stare at her in awe
YOur mouth hanging slightly open.
She flips her hair and swings her hips
And walks off.
You follow
Drooling.
Keep her.
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