Hey now
I've forgiven you
But I still don't like you
I think you're disgusting
Quite honestly
A pure sociopath
Which is fine
As long as I don't have to deal with you
And to think
I once considered you a friend.
Ick.
The thought of you
Of your name
Your face
Makes me retch
And hell
We're all human
We've all got our own ****
But you're pretty ****** up
And you make me feel
Exactly what you are.
You make me sick.
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 11:27 AM UTC
Hey now
I've forgiven you
But I still don't like you
I think you're disgusting
Quite honestly
A pure sociopath
Which is fine
As long as I don't have to deal with you
And to think
I once considered you a friend.
Ick.
The thought of you
Of your name
Your face
Makes me retch
And hell
We're all human
We've all got our own ****
But you're pretty ****** up
And you make me feel
Exactly what you are.
You make me sick.
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