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This goes out to any of the boys that have ever hurt me enough to make me cry.

I'm not mad, I hope you fucking choke and die.

And I ask myself why?

I am worth so much more than a dirty little whore.

Sick to my stomach and I bet you're fucking loving it.

I'm drowning myself in pools and vats and shits and shats of my own blood.

I never want to see you again.

I'll cut off my arms and I'll cut off my limbs.

And I'll follow my whims.

Fuck Him.

Fuck him.

fuck him.