I don't know
we could be here for more than this
we could be here to hug and kiss
we could be bugs on God's great back
we could be the mole or maybe the gnatt
It takes a lot
to stay here and live
and all the long while
to move on and forgive
but no matter the hour
the day or the month
I still find a reason
to call you a cunt.
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