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i hate how you're sof ucking cocky. so many times i fantasize about stabbing you in the side of the neck. wonder if you knew that... you use anything you can to belittle. no more taking it. next time i'm gonna snap and beat thef uckings hit out of you. no remorse. although, it makes me sad, cuz you were a friend. but you want other in other times and thats okay, so that's what it's going to be like. no second guesses or chances.f uck you man. i don't care about you or your excuses. medical or not. i don't care. cuz they're just excuses nothing more. show me proof and i'll be less combative, but still combative cuz it doesn't give you any reason to treat people (me) like you do.f uck you. i'm tired of yours hit. i wanna brawl. i'll meet you at the flag pole any day motherf ucker. but you'll puss out anyway. cuz you're a piece ofs it. you think you're funny and something to pitty... one of those is right... but it makes me want to kill you. only cuz you try to hard for it. whatever. i'm out of here. next time i see you and you tell me i suck. your face is on the floor.f uck you.