My emotional intelligence ranks somewhere between some algae's and a baby naked mole rat's, but I read this poem once that starts off like this:
I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
Picture this:
A dude talking about his feelings.
That happened to me.
Friday, March 28, 2008
I experienced feelings
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sissy.
sissy
you fucking sissy
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