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i wish you could read this you heartless fuck, every "i love you" out of my mouth meant nothing from the beginning now that i think...i dont know how you got into her heart so slowly, yet rip it out at the same pace. You leave me wanting to destroy a life, the anger still makes me shake. The fear...never came to be, its only hate. The love, haha, in bed with that juicy 27 year old is nice huh. Its nice to see that blonde women still fancy your taste. Youve cheated on your past 3 WIVES, what are you to do except say "im sorry" to each, and move on to a younger piece of meat. Youre a man of selfishness and seem to not have the balls to confront your true feelings. Youve been gone for long enough. i wished that i never let my mother come with me that night to that high-class hotel. I was close to following you on a sneak attack mission to say how much we've missed you at home, not. I had a feeling your dick wasnt satisfied. But i could not get the information from you on where you were. Using my mom as a reference she knew what i was doing, and came along.
I sit back now with my feet on the desk, arms folded, head looking at a calender...so its been two weeks you say...my birthday, how nice. You make me stronger now than i ever was. I wont beable to lift this burden off my shoulders and let it crash down on the tile. Eventually we'll move on and never think of you. Till then, youre in a world full of hate. How can you do this to her? shes STILL your legal wife. you claimed it was over a month ago, and you called her "baby" just last night. Getting fucked up i see. if there was a word to use for this situation i would use it while standing over your grave. fuck you, and stop calling. Leave me alone, i dont want to go fishing, go out and buy new stuff, i want you away from me and my family.
Now that i take a look back, I never believed in God. Any religion there is out there cannot prove to me that good things shouldnt happen to horrible souls like you. Sundays are just days that pass by.
Anyways, my time is running dry. This whole writing is to only take some anger out.
~April Marie Crews...Joyce Marie Cummings' daughter....
I sit back now with my feet on the desk, arms folded, head looking at a calender...so its been two weeks you say...my birthday, how nice. You make me stronger now than i ever was. I wont beable to lift this burden off my shoulders and let it crash down on the tile. Eventually we'll move on and never think of you. Till then, youre in a world full of hate. How can you do this to her? shes STILL your legal wife. you claimed it was over a month ago, and you called her "baby" just last night. Getting fucked up i see. if there was a word to use for this situation i would use it while standing over your grave. fuck you, and stop calling. Leave me alone, i dont want to go fishing, go out and buy new stuff, i want you away from me and my family.
Now that i take a look back, I never believed in God. Any religion there is out there cannot prove to me that good things shouldnt happen to horrible souls like you. Sundays are just days that pass by.
Anyways, my time is running dry. This whole writing is to only take some anger out.
~April Marie Crews...Joyce Marie Cummings' daughter....