This is killing me.
You are killing me.
You sick little ****
I'm not going to answer your calls.
It is making me feel like I'm in a baracade.
And you have opened fire.
You're trying to luer me out
With ****** voicemails
"Baby I wanna **** you".
"I love it when you scream no".
"Make me a sandwhich doll face".
"Let me **** you to death".
I will rip out my own heart before I answer.
Before I leave my bunker.
**** off you sadist pig.
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 10:23 PM UTC
This is killing me.
You are killing me.
You sick little ****
I'm not going to answer your calls.
It is making me feel like I'm in a baracade.
And you have opened fire.
You're trying to luer me out
With ****** voicemails
"Baby I wanna **** you".
"I love it when you scream no".
"Make me a sandwhich doll face".
"Let me **** you to death".
I will rip out my own heart before I answer.
Before I leave my bunker.
**** off you sadist pig.
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