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by @LactoseIntollerantScorpio

How dare you make fun of my dead friend? How dare you? How dare you use his death as an excuse to say that you're happier than me? How dare you? Death isn't funny, and it's not something to use Against someone. How dare you? It's not something to mess around with to gain sympathy, Or to make yourself feel better simply because You don't like someone.   How. Dare. You. The rage I'm feeling at the Universe we live in, Is not directed at anything. Except for the unfairness of life and how life Takes the things we love most. How dare you use that against me? H O W  D A R E  Y O U
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Written by
LactoseIntollerantScorpio
24 / F
For You?
Written by
LactoseIntollerantScorpio
24 / F
Published
Jun 20, 2017
Time
1m
Notes

I'm angry at the universe. Not petty high school bullshit from two years ago.

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#angry#mad#hate#rage#death#hated#suicide#caraccident
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