you are now but a form of frustration, with every growing day i think about how much you pain me. how pointless your life is. how pointless you are. how pathetic your existence is. you don't know people's capabilities or alterior motives. you know nothing besides your own addiction, that i, in turn, will use to destroy you.
you've crossed an unforgiving line with an even more unforgiving person.
unless you have a kaleidoscope that portrays my childhood in its entirity, you have no idea what is coming to you.
enjoy your last days, in your head.
you're about to receive a large slice of reality.
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