A poem from my brain to me

My naym is Brayn
And when life dark
Or mildly sad
Or slightly hard
FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU
FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU
FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU

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The good thing about arguing with yourself is that you always win.

The bad thing is that you always lose and also you feel bad.

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Person at an oral sex party: "I came here to have a good time and I feel so eaten out right now."

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I drew my partner a relationship chart of the roleplay my friends and I had as teenagers, and the fact that I can remember 50+ characters and a whole bunch of drama (in and out of character) from about a decade and a half ago.... says something interesting about me.

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All Huns Razing.