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You're a liar. Decadent. A thief. Harlot, lowlife, general **** You, sir or madam, bring ****** to bed. You are a drunkard in the street. You beg, when you have enough. You, my good friend, have greed and avarice that surpasses all. Please, take my money and my soul. You pig. Any assorted profanity could describe what you are. You lowly little speck of dust. I can't bear myself to be near you. You might start to leech off me. You parasite. What? Me? What are you talking about? I'm none of those. I'm just a hypocrite.
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Nov 1, 2011
Nov 1, 2011 at 10:24 PM UTC
And What are You?
You're a liar. Decadent. A thief. Harlot, lowlife, general **** You, sir or madam, bring ****** to bed. You are a drunkard in the street. You beg, when you have enough. You, my good friend, have greed and avarice that surpasses all. Please, take my money and my soul. You pig. Any assorted profanity could describe what you are. You lowly little speck of dust. I can't bear myself to be near you. You might start to leech off me. You parasite. What? Me? What are you talking about? I'm none of those. I'm just a hypocrite.
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Nov 1, 2011
Nov 1, 2011 at 10:24 PM UTC
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