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Rahul, Rahul, Rahul. You loveless monster. Do you smoke? Because smoke is all that there is, nobody sees your face. Nobody knows what you look like. A faceless **** Head drowned in sadness, and the rest of your body shivers like a tuna pulled out of water, except you don’t die. You do not die. You are rather a vampire, that **** on people's lives. But I tried, God, I tried. Dragged your head out, and ****** in all the sadness from your lungs, blew life in you. I held you, and hugged you, and held my breath for too long. I kissed you with your stinking breath. Do you even ******* remember? When you kissed me? And I danced? You went back home to take a **** and didn’t reply for 3 days, and then said you can’t do it, and wrote about me. "we are all here to break someone's heart". you said you're sorry and then laughed on a joke you remembered about a drowning man and his mistress. I've had enough of you, so here's what I'm gonna do. dance on your grave and spit on your food, because Rahul, Rahul, you ******* I'm through.
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Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 3:25 AM UTC
Rahul, Rahul, Rahul
Rahul, Rahul, Rahul. You loveless monster. Do you smoke? Because smoke is all that there is, nobody sees your face. Nobody knows what you look like. A faceless **** Head drowned in sadness, and the rest of your body shivers like a tuna pulled out of water, except you don’t die. You do not die. You are rather a vampire, that **** on people's lives. But I tried, God, I tried. Dragged your head out, and ****** in all the sadness from your lungs, blew life in you. I held you, and hugged you, and held my breath for too long. I kissed you with your stinking breath. Do you even ******* remember? When you kissed me? And I danced? You went back home to take a **** and didn’t reply for 3 days, and then said you can’t do it, and wrote about me. "we are all here to break someone's heart". you said you're sorry and then laughed on a joke you remembered about a drowning man and his mistress. I've had enough of you, so here's what I'm gonna do. dance on your grave and spit on your food, because Rahul, Rahul, you ******* I'm through.
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Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 3:25 AM UTC
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