Don’t like my sounds
Don’t like my voice
Here’s a plastic bag
Secure it over your head
You’ll never have to hear my words again
Want some help?
Won’t help me up
Won’t hear me out
Here’s a rubberband
Secure that bag tight
Anything to help you not have to interact with me again
My thoughts have meaning
My expression is not for naught
My feelings are valuable
Your pretending to care then dismissing all that’s me?
Fuck all the way off
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