AN incel poem.

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The beautiful nights mogs me the sun the moon the stars and the future that will never be mogs me mogs me to oblivion mogs to hell all mog me. The mockery even hurts the trees laugh at me the crowds laugh at me the chair laughs at me even god pities me. No one even loves me not the skies not the trees not even the plants love me. Everything hates the trees cut me the floor grinds me my peers mock me my friends cuss me my family slaps me.However can i cope knowing that i am an god forsaken incel i guess it's time for me to rope
 
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read a word, never
 
just take a shower bro
 
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A cope a day keeps the surgeon away,
away from people, away from life,
It was meant for me so it's okay,
Over, under, tug it tight, is how I sleep tonight
 
A cope a day keeps the surgeon away,
away from people, away from life,
It was meant for me so it's okay,
Over, under, tug it tight, is how I sleep tonight



Mogs mine tbh
 
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did anyone read this srs?

i for sure did not
 

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