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The flowers from other men begin to rot when you decide to appear again Forever going to be a compulsion I can’t stop itching like picking up a scab when I hear you can’t get my name out of your mouth like gargling salt water when we keep almost running into each other like taking shots of rubbing alcohol when I see you post girls that look like me My imagination so creative I saw potential in a broke ass man

Every time i have a new crush he’s there with a gun to my head Slashed tires and some pretty girl on his story Always outside with a boombox telling me to tie a noose around my neck So that pretty face isn’t worth it

So you think you’re a poet now, huh? Breaking news Idiot man thinks he’s going to win a girl over after all the manipulation and lies Are those flowers for me or the other vagina you called disgusting? Can’t tell with all the cryptic bio subtweets and cry for help social media changes