All those quiet things you do in the corner
with your wicked smile do not go unseen
Your depraved thoughts plastered on your face
It's like your're another person, for real.
I have no desire to be in the same category of thoughts as those filthy images
you wear on your neck like the heaviest and flashiest of necklaces
Sometimes i become so disgusted by it all.
Why am I in that category, you depraved soul?
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