Nick.Harte
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Fuck, foids don’t even look at me irl.
Fuck, foids don’t even look at me irl.
Nick.Harte
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*******Get off my lawn!******* 65, stop asking.
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He grew up in a house occupied by a dozen other Pakis that included sisters and female cousins that gave him frequent positive reinforcement for his jestermaxxing.
Nick.Harte
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Foids hate me though. They doing it because they’re on camera and saw his dad as the cameraman. If they weren’t being filmed, foids would’ve never given this kid the time of the day.
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"What I have suffered, what I am suffering, no one will ever know, not even I."
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beware the house of many pains where sickness comes in many names a place you’re forced to hang your hat the solemn cut against the grain your windows veiled with desperation so much to see beyond …
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Nick.Harte
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Ok"What I have suffered, what I am suffering, no one will ever know, not even I."
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Read the latest poem by Oliz Payne, writer of “The Pigeon”, at the link below TODAY! Like, comment, and subscribe for more fiction, poetry, and essays.
Meat House
beware the house of many pains where sickness comes in many names a place you’re forced to hang your hat the solemn cut against the grain your windows veiled with desperation so much to see beyond …
