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Mar 2016
I'm no saint. Hell, I know I'm a sinner. I try my hardest to treat others with decency. You show no remorse for the disaster you spread along the path behind you. Others will clean up the broken pieces of themselves that they trusted you to care for. If only that meant a **** thing to you. I would say "Go to hell," but since I am speaking to a fellow sinner, I will see you in hell.
Miss Masochist
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Miss Masochist  Michigan
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