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I hate you.

you made me look

like a fucking moron

you needle-dicked

asswipe. THANKS.


God I hope you 

get hit by a bus. 

And then spend

the rest of your

life shitting in a bag.


I hope you're laughing now

Because you've got a few years left

before you start hanging around

high schools waiting for naive pussy

Fucking sluts and getting an STD


You fucking moron.

I can't believe I let

you make a fool of me.



I never thought I'd say it

But I fucking hate you. 

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