DoucheFuck;; : Writing

Dear Old Me.

Dear Old Me.

A Poem by DoucheFuck;;


As an image in my mind flows Across the gaps in time, I think about how you, and I, Have lost our state of mind. As the trees rustle softly, Wh..
Thats How He'd Do It.

Thats How He\'d Do It.

A Poem by DoucheFuck;;


"Slice her throat open" Thats how he loved her. Thats how he showed her the way. "Rip out her insides" Thats what he want..

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