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Decaying Waste of Carbon

Bitch.
My contempt for you overbears me.
I hate you.
Lying for attention.
A fucking child's game.
That you don't play well.
Your lies leave holes.
Disgustingly transparent.
I want you to know.
I hope your lies become truths.
So you can taste the pain of your attention needs.
Is it worth it?
Can't you feel the pain you put the ones you call your friends through?
Fuck you.
I said it.
FUCK YOU.
Others.
Maybe ones more sympathetic to you.
May think I'm being overdramatic.
But I will not tolerate your stupidity.
I do not believe yours.
Or any lie.
To be justified.
Lying to impress.
Lying for attention.
Lying to get someone back.
How ignorant.
Your ignorance is impressive.
I will give you that.
Your lack of thought.
I find it sickly entertaining.
I laugh at you.
I want you to know.
Not a kind word have I said.
Since I told you to go.
Your lies make you worthless.
Your existance does no one any good.
Not any good at all.
So crawl.
No.
Slither.
Yes.
If you will.
Slither like the first liar.
To hell.
From whence your lies have oozed.
From hell to your head.
From your head to your foolish tongue.
And your tongue just wags and wags.
Your existance is expendible.
For you are a tool.
A tool of pain and tragedy.
Used against your own kind.
And you seem to care not.
Which makes it worse.
So apologize not.
For your wormtongue squirms still.
I hate you.
My contempt for you overbears me.
Bitch.

By.~Sudo-Emo~.