ICUA Poem by Johnthis is what makes me angry from morning to dusk.Please just listen, I'm asking for anapple juice container but she's telling me that there aren't any more and that's when I REALLY start to get angry at them, and that little twitchy thing, you see on the side of my face, it happens every so often, yeah, I know you saw it really F*****G hurts my feelings when my food is colder than the air I'm breathing in to survive in this little disgusting wing of what people call sanctuary, what I like to call Hell.
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