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tortured orchard

Does reading my words make you feel things you wish you could alter? I know you hate to know this but I've kept the truths of what you've all done watered and yes on your side of the fence by your hands the roots were slaughtered you all screamed my name with each of my innocent saplings you hacked and quartered but that was only half of them, you all missed some in the corner, so now ladies and gentlemen ready yourselves for a tour to behold this tortured orchard where the fruit rots and the fruit spoils where the tree limbs twist and the tree limbs coil where the ground has shards of glass and shrapnel in the soil where the sun's so hot every drop of rain and dew begin to boil liars and thieves liars and thieves the invaders who brought the plague that burned the leaves and replaced each of my succulent crops with piles and piles of thorny weeds you all tried to force the fruit down my throat grown from your poisonous seeds I realized now not everything that says it's human and has a heart bleeds you guys who sniffed things through a cut straw that looked like powered chalk you girls who'd give dirty looks and lift your hands to hide your lips as you talked learn to keep my name out your mouth and to leave my page unstalked cause if y'all can't stand me why do you stay looking at my posts from an account with an @ like a bot? How does it feel? to know I remember the things you forgot to know he's truly just my friend but has more fun with me than you even when you're giving him backshots I laughed at you and found it really pathetic how you made your friend check my tiktoks and honey... that natural deodorant doesn't work for you, even week old dead fish smell better at any fish mongers dock The girl who had mice feet running over her children's silverware, your husband's a bitch and so are you if you're unaware For fun you drink nyquil and it's not less trashy sipped out of earthenware you used to say "I hate him this time of year, even the way he stupidly stares" well this is the rest of your life honey, aren't you scared? and also if no one's told you please stop cutting your kids hair And the ex I spoke to last November, I asked if you were excited to marry her, do you remember? well you left me shocked when your answer wasn't yes because with her in life you want to forever venture, my jaw dropped when the only thing you said you were excited for was being a child's predecessor and I hope you know one of my life's biggest treasures is knowing it wont be my precious blood that's shed to give you a successor. Oh, and your wife knows we talked, right? You did happen to tell her? Either I've added to the lore or I've been talking to a wall, either way- you all make sure you come back to visit and take another tour of the tortured orchard next fall.
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28 / F / earth
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Written by
broadsky
28 / F / earth
Published
Nov 27, 2024
Lines·Words
59·542
Notes

you all love to hate me

Tags
#revenge#selfrespect#fruit#selflove#badhumans#standingupformyself#frontpage#fall#autumn
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