Diseased

You colossal fucking retard. Do you think poetry is some kind of competition to see who can write the most cryptic-sounding nonsense? Poetry is not supposed to sound like Nirvana lyrics. You clearly think that the poeme has a beautiful, revolutionary message deep inside it, and that it is made all the more beautiful because you really have to work and study your unconventional use of language to understand what you meant. You plainly don't even know what the lines in this piece are supposed to mean, just a vague sense that they're beautiful and express the dark abyss of beautiful hatred that is your life.

You assjacket. You are between the ages of 13 and 17. You listen to "alternative rock" or "nu metal". You once applied 3 joules to your arm with a safety razor and then told people "sometimes I cut myself" and showed them the "scar". You have a selection of candles and jossticks in your room. They have scents like "waking dreams" and "opium utopia". You once smelled some cannabis smoke, but you never smoked any yourself, or you would be writing about your tedious drug adventures instead. You think you are special and misunderstood, and that one day you'll find someone who understands the dark beauty of the soul like you do. You're a talentless nobody with a corncob for a face.

MEDIOCRITY CODE: 04583803

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