9th Degree Borderline

“How does it feel to be middle-aged and a 9th Degree Borderline?”, I ask myself.

I continue, “You’ve spent your whole life getting your needs met by your beauty”.

“Why are we talking about this so much, lately?”, I shriek.

“Cause you’re gettin old, dumbass”, I said to myself.

“Don’t talk to me, anymore”

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