*******.

I thought you had my back, but you’re just another ******* *** on a pole.

My (now ex) boyfriend's pole more specifically.

Don’t get me wrong, he’s a disgusting, slimy, broken cunting pathetic dirtrag if there ever existed, but you?

******* Gabi.

I hate you. You’re the reason he left me in hopeful scatters down my never-ending driveway. You’re the reason I cry myself to sleep at 3 in the morning. You’re the reason I wake up shaking so ferociously I spew what little I could eat on the bed where we made love.

Fitting isn’t it?

******* Gabi.

Even your name makes my bones wants to explode into pieces that fill you with holes where your *****'s blood is washed away like sewerage.

******* Gabi.

And the fact that you have something I don’t.

******* Gabi.

I hope your children die before you get to hold them.

******* Gabi.

I hope your heart gets ripped out your chest and **** on.

******* Gabi...
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P.S. Enjoy my leftovers *****.