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Feb 2017
I hope that baby feels like razor blades all the way out of your already-ruined ****.
You're beyond ******* hopeless you adulterer, simple, bipolar, unsuccessful, succubus bottom-feeder.
Eat **** and seriously DIE.
I hope you cry every night knowing that you've already peaked.
I hope your husband ***** more girls behind your back.
I hope you want to die when you realize you don't have it--you never did and you definitely don't have it now--and that nobody wants to **** your sack-of-potatoes body.
You're cruel and doomed to your repetitive ways because your IQ is unfathomably LOW.
I hope your ignorance dissipates only so you can be miserable in your pool of shittiness while your low IQ prevents you from ever saving yourself so you forever live a life in hell.
I don't even believe in God and I ******* HOPE HELL EXISTS SO YOU CAN FOREVER ROT.

****, I SPIT ON YOUR GRAVE.
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Phoenix Rising  122/Non-binary/Death's Door
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