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Apr 2014
*******, losers and ******* and dramatic *******,
My cry goes out for your souls,
you putrid, damaged and undeserving slaves,
I despise your cold resolve.

You can take my life and drown it out,
you can pay it forward in dimes and diamonds,
but you wont make your game seen!
You're losers in your own way.

Drag it out and dip me in the ocean of your cancer.
I can't be touched. You died with my dire need to console your lame excuse to live.
Touch me, try me, you cant be me!
Stay away from my shape and being.
You don't deserve my company.
Take your bridges and drown in your own hurt.

I hate your living guts, my children will cry curses at your worthy name.
Try the taste of a blade as it soaks in your saliva and eventually your blood.
That's your trial in purgatory when you cease to exist and no one remembers you but the stone your names are scraped into with the nails that will be your ending!
Written on November the 17th, 2013.
Delicate Dreamer
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Delicate Dreamer  33/M/Malaysia
(33/M/Malaysia)   
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       ---, Michael Amery and Zabada Zipporah
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