F**k titles. I'll think of one later. Possibly Past problems #5

F**k titles. I'll think of one later. Possibly Past problems #5

A Poem by Braden Aric
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Why am I still angry at her?

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I'll give you what's for
you c**t mouthed w***e.
Close your legs, close your mouth
While everyone prays you'll put out

Get out of my head
Get out of my head
My brain with burnt in images of you dead
Get out of my head
I've already forgotten what was said.

Before I left I suggested you eat
I can tell you did now
It ain't hard to see.
Don't pretend that you're just as sweet
As they think you are
Cause you won't get far





© 2014 Braden Aric


Author's Note

Braden Aric
It's almost three in the morning. If it sucks, I'm not surprised. I just had a sudden wave of hatred pass over me and had to write down what came to mind.

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Braden Aric
Braden Aric

Houston, TX



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I write a lot of songs through the day and I want other people to see them. This seems like the easiest way. more..

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