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CHANGE MY DIAPER

CHANGE MY DIAPER

Even though I'm twenty-two years old, I still wear a diaper.
I haven't been changed in a week and I'm getting riper and riper.
My parents are on vacation and my aunt won't change me.
I should change my diaper but I don't want the responsibility.
My parents never potty trained me and some say it's a disgrace.
When my mother changes my diapers, I still pee in her face.
Women won't date me because I wear diapers and suck on a pacifier.
If you ever meet me face to face, I won't be someone who you'll admire.
This diaper really stinks, it's getting to be too much to bear.
Life has become intolerable because of these diapers I wear. 

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