Poem about Andrew and Neil and kinda Drake and the other ass-hats before him.
Another Aftg poem… yup my brain sucks and this is the only thing it will let me do.
… talk to me I’m lonely and I am obsessed with these boys.
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The child is still ashamed.
Of ’pleases’.
And ‘yeses’.
Only half meant;
And always taken.
The child is still hurt.
By twisted “love”
He’ll “never understand”.
The child is still broken.
Pieces of glass.
And a man with glue…
“Yes or no?”
“Always yes with you.”
Tell your thoughts…
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