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Fuck you! It's January! Where your insides itch, and it's too cold to run Where you want to cuddle up in some warmth and make yourself feel better, But fuck you, you're not built for that, It doesn't stick, not like it should, I haven't shaved in two weeks and I still don't have a beard, He said, for the rest of forever, There's a mountain of laundry back at my place, But I'm here, Catsitting, for my wonderful ex-neighbors, It's 10:44 PM and I was just reminded that my soul needs scratched, Reminded that I want to find a way to get a q-tip in there, If they're not for your ears they've gotta be for something right? I get told to calm down a lot, I don't really know how, I'm stuck in always on, I'm always performing, I'm always angry, Because I kicked and screamed my way into this place, I kicked, and I screamed, And I never really stopped I'm still screaming, All the time, It's cold out here, and