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I don't give a flying fuck

about your issues.

So you're fat.

Girls don't like you.

You're ugly and you're sad.

I don't care. You need to

stop being a little piece

of shit and grow a pair. 

Don't ever try talking to me

again about the sad state of 

affairs in your "hard" life. 

I tried to give you a shoulder

To lean on but you would

only lean on me to take

a look at my breasts. 

I'm so sick and tired of you

using your intellectual elitism 

to make yourself feel better by

putting others down and dropping

names like you were leaving a 

trail of bread crumbs to find

your way home. 

But still you revel in your

self-wallowing pity. 

I'll tell you now asshole;

That's never going to get you pussy.

Especially when you look the way you do.

Grab a knife and kill yourself if it's that bad.

If it isn't you better shut your fucking trap. 


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