there are no words that can describe how grusomely descusting you are dear.
your head is what some might call, unbareable.
just the thought of you is enough to progectile *****
the things you've done.
the pain you've created.
its enough to lock you away for years.
no one actually wants you around here.
everyones pretending.
you dont understand the thoughts we think when your name is mentioned.
and honestly darling.
you wouldnt be happy if you could.
so thankyou.
thankyou for ******* breathing you silly little ****
Mar 4, 2012
Mar 4, 2012 at 10:16 PM UTC
there are no words that can describe how grusomely descusting you are dear.
your head is what some might call, unbareable.
just the thought of you is enough to progectile *****
the things you've done.
the pain you've created.
its enough to lock you away for years.
no one actually wants you around here.
everyones pretending.
you dont understand the thoughts we think when your name is mentioned.
and honestly darling.
you wouldnt be happy if you could.
so thankyou.
thankyou for ******* breathing you silly little ****
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