I audibly gasped when I realized you sorry sack of shit vampire sucked me of my ideas, energy and wonderfulness to make your sad life better. The joy tap has been turned off and I will never do your labor again. Good luck with the wife who never apologizes.
Paris Paloma: Labour (the cacophony)
The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
If our love died, would that be the worst thing
For somebody I thought was my savior
You sure make me do a whole a lot of labor
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