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I hope you choke on your coffee this morning and burn the way that you make my eyes I'm tired of you always making me cry you have no compassion; you're empty inside just like the coffee *** is at the end of each night.
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Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 10:06 AM UTC
Burn the way that I Turn
I hope you choke on your coffee this morning and burn the way that you make my eyes I'm tired of you always making me cry you have no compassion; you're empty inside just like the coffee *** is at the end of each night.
You make me want to inhale fire most days. All you ever cause me to feel is pain. I hate you.
Jellyfish
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Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 10:06 AM UTC
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