Are you
sure I
have to
come out
tonight
As I
really
can’t
be
arsed
Apart
from
anything
my face is
a fright
And the
will
to get
dressed
is sparse
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Are you
sure I
have to
come out
tonight
As I
really
can’t
be
arsed
Apart
from
anything
my face is
a fright
And the
will
to get
dressed
is sparse
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 
Are YOU sure you have to go out? By now you know yourself well enough to know the answer 🙂, and they should accept it. I do, anyways 😉.
Alternatively, just say “cigarettes” in the mirror 5 times, and you should be good 🙂.
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Or is it 666 times? Who knows…🙂.
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Lol! 😂
It’s all good. I went. Had fun. Now home. 🖤
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That’s awesome! (yes, I’ve been sitting here waiting for you to return).
Good to see my reverse psychology worked then! 😉
I haven’t actually been sitting here waiting, it was just coincidence! 🤣
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😂😂🖤
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😆😅🐶
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I don’t know if that title is technically oxymoronic or not but it feels like it, it fits the poem, and I got a kick out of it. Take my “like” You Little Charmer, you!! 😁
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Aw, thank you 😊
And yes, the oxymoron was most definitely meant – even if not technically accurate 😉🖤
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