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Stay Beautiful For Love Don’t Love Ugly

He use to be handsome with such eloquent speech, now he barely speaks, for he has yellow -n- missing teeth,-n- his breath reeks of cheap wine, his looks have diminished as well as his hairline, he use to have all the women, in all colors, now he’s alone without a concubine, an in one eye he’s color blind, and in the other  he’s just simply blind,  now he lives with his kids -n- through them he lives, every day he enjoys to reminisce of the man he once was, but now no longer is, life as he knew it no longer exist, he  reeks of sh*t -n- piss, his kids leave him in the basement to live like this, so he wrote his children a letter, then somehow slit his own throat -n- both his wrist, his granddaughter followed the stench, then found him like this, she found the letter -n- read it, it read I’m not who I use to be, so I don’t love myself, so I understand why you don’t love me, -n- stay beautiful for love don’t love ugly, then he dipped his own lips in his own sh*t, -n- kiss the letter, then underneath he wrote life’s a b*tch, then his granddaughter screamed -n- threw up from the scent, for his sins she repents, and she always remember his words, stay beautiful for love don’t love ugly, -n- life’s a b*tch.

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