Nothing sticks, except for the synapses of these re-occurring emotions, like triggers, waiting to bust.
Because nothing sticks.
What comes first, love or the fuck?
And while I know, nothing sticks,
Not love, so certainly not THAT fuck..
And I am beaten and worn down from nothing sticking, and getting stuck
Constantly.
The fuck. Life, is a game, is a cunt, bitch, dick.
Cuz nothing sticks,
But I'm always getting stuck.
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