Stacy Collinsworth - ~The Gruesome Truth~

-I realized after crying for the wife i never knew
(right after being bent over in the bath house with a married man) ...

That Nope.. it wasn't there in that room...
It wasn't in the mix of dust and condoms of that night's dust pan.

-I realized after screaming at my own reflection
(for being too disgusting to look at when I'm merely twacked out)

That Nope.. it wasn't there in that pipe..
Just some nervy dope which made me shout.

It wasn't lingering in the shadows
Of those who ran from me...

It wasn't even present to have my back
When I grew sick of my own self pity

IT TURNS OUT......

-My morality was actually trashed
With the after birth my mother
Spilled out next to me

Stacy Collinsworth

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