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Pusher
"I just sat on my right nut and I'm in pain" I feel like I ought to let someone know, but the woman sitting next to me she won't care, or perhaps she'll care too much and the fate of my nut, oh such a terrible fate, would send her careening off on a guilt ridden mental trip and perhaps she'll get off at the next stop teary-eyed she'll wander to the edge of the track nobody will ever truly know whether she fell or jumped but all who watched will tell their friends, hush hush to be sure, that she had tears in her eyes and she gave a little push off the ground right before the end came i sit quietly in my pain, and I think she looks suicidal anyway, silently I say "Go for it Lady." |
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