I hope you suffer,
wounds deeper than
emotional scars beneath the dermal layer.
You're truely not worth the air,
you consume.
A zealot. Heretic turned holy.
An abomination hiding behind closet alcoholism.
I'd hate to be your liver.
Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 6:34 AM UTC
I hope you suffer,
wounds deeper than
emotional scars beneath the dermal layer.
You're truely not worth the air,
you consume.
A zealot. Heretic turned holy.
An abomination hiding behind closet alcoholism.
I'd hate to be your liver.
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