Get angry and get even, mock the lion and get eaten. (Honey/sweetheart/darling), we need to talk about North Korea. He's gonna **** himself with that lean hatred. And he's more broken than we said - it's more than a crack, we've got nine times two pieces. And he's more angry than he admits, because when hearts fracture they're left seething - gritted teeth and eyes beaming - (sink your ******* teeth in).

And if we're being honest we're not.
And if we're pointing fingers, it's all his fault.
               He was always a ******* cnt. Is this what they call tough love?
                                                                    Misplaced anger going back where it belongs?

     I       won't     give    up. Iwon'tgiveup.

Saturday I read their books and I listened to their birds and they're all joking about how he's so ******* absurd. Twenty Mondays, thirteen Sundays - they only read picture books, declare a war and they'll only giggle at your below average looks.

All they do is cry.
All they do is laugh.
All they do is lie there,
                                     indifferently.
                                        just like me..

The toxins make this possible. Cocktails charged with absolutely no intentions, they'll do whatever you won't let them. Armed with sharpened malice and a lack of direction, and the company swoops in and brands them with the worst affections. No direction no direction no direction.

Honey, please call me. I'm pretty sure we're gonna lose him to this infection.

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