Manny Pull ate it ii

oh! you damn dirty ape goddammit you tricked me again mother of pearl so good at your dramatic gameplay taking my silence for weakness to be dominated by your mentally exhausting tiring games of blame finding something I did not do that I should have done having ass with nothing good to say since I don’t speak you just want some space in my mental haven trying to sow some discontent so that I might change but you see me changing in front of you growing more and more content you only want me when you need me because you know I have it and like a cheap prostitute will give you what you want before you pay and run away again until the next time when you play coy and we play the blame game once again you blame me I feign shame or holy righteous indignation beating the air on my chest furrowed brow sweat of my tears shouting in the square about weakness but I’m broken tired feeling ugly hungry searching for better light than this abyss I find myself in again not knowing that I shine bright light past stars fly by the seat of pants skies filled with ice prized fighter trained in art of creating fame for all who take freely of what is given by naive judas priests thinking they save the world on broken dreams of insanity

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