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If I ripped your skin off and played your ribcage like a xylophone, It still would not be able to hold a note to your supreme sense of entitlement.

In too deep with the dire straights & money for nothing.

I care not what you think I deserve it.

Talk at me then, show me the shapes you wish to press against your skin.

Then choke and ask me for a drink.

Let's do it all over again.