May 16, 2005 22:16
... how poetic I used to be! Remember this?
For every tear you haven't shed,
I hope you choke on whole wheat bread.
And for my heart, which you did break
May you, in syphilis, partake.
For every lie you told to me,
I hope you get an STD.
And for the truths you did not tell,
I hope you fucking burn in hell.
Hehehe.