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Oh, the wave of insincere condolence that drowns the tragedy of a heroes true legacy. Why don’t you play a record and stop your whining? Why don’t you read rather than reach for the tissues to wipe your forced, phoney tears? You’re not fooling me. You haven’t even fooled yourselves. Did parading your opinion like a ****** with his **** out really gratify your ego as much as you hoped, or did it just show you to be more full of **** than a politician stuffed full of laxative with a sewn shut ******* But what do I know? I’m the kind of guy that writes about you.
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Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 7:04 PM UTC
2016 Might be ***** but You're Still Full Of ****
Oh, the wave of insincere condolence that drowns the tragedy of a heroes true legacy. Why don’t you play a record and stop your whining? Why don’t you read rather than reach for the tissues to wipe your forced, phoney tears? You’re not fooling me. You haven’t even fooled yourselves. Did parading your opinion like a ****** with his **** out really gratify your ego as much as you hoped, or did it just show you to be more full of **** than a politician stuffed full of laxative with a sewn shut ******* But what do I know? I’m the kind of guy that writes about you.
c-j-baxter
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Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 7:04 PM UTC
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