Day 2 (A poem)
I hate you
Why do you torment me so?
Whether up or down, the blood comes.
A crimson tide comes crashing in to the pillow of cotton we call a pad.
I hate you..
No matter how hard, my kegel muscles i tense
Your bloody fluids still commence.
DAMMIT day 2
I HATE YOU.
You make me sore, my neck, my back
EWWWWWWWWWw just like that.
Uncomfy, irritable and achy ... you make me.
my bra and clothes go up a size, my temper is on the rise.
WHY DON'T MY CLOTHES FIT?!?!?!
DAmn you STRAIGHT ta hELL day 2!
I wanna work out, I want to screw
but you shout ! "Blub blub blurrrrrb! Not for you!"
the heated stream, no that's not pee
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