The fucking clown


She above exercising your rights. She like a morphine drip and you trip. She went to Vienna. She thought you be over it. She slept in other pockets, and all along she knew what she was doing. Your world comes tumbling down. All along and even now, you are the fucking clown.

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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