what the fuck, man. you take three hundred years off and just come back to your livejournal like nothing happened.
do you know what you're doing to me? do you even know?? you're ripping my soul to peices without a shred of remorse. i can see the petals falling from the blossoms of the cherry tree that is my inner being. the light is fading, and your bloody dagger in my back is like a wonderful, bittersweet ending. i can sense the blood flowing from the throat of all that was good about my life, and it forms a river of hatred and contempt among fields of wonder and blind faith.
damn it, you made my mascara drip. my point is, fuck you.
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do you know what you're doing to me? do you even know?? you're ripping my soul to peices without a shred of remorse. i can see the petals falling from the blossoms of the cherry tree that is my inner being. the light is fading, and your bloody dagger in my back is like a wonderful, bittersweet ending. i can sense the blood flowing from the throat of all that was good about my life, and it forms a river of hatred and contempt among fields of wonder and blind faith.
damn it, you made my mascara drip. my point is, fuck you.
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