The people who say certain other people shouldn't write, are fucking dumb-as-shit A Holes.
Next, you'll be mowing down whole tribes, but first you hunt the community.
That's original and you can eat your own proud shit over it, all fucking day.
You'll roll over and play dead. And I will revel in that fantasy with you.
Am I angry? Is that poetry? Is it news? Is it, I'm sick to fucking death of being the cause of every inch of pain around me for miles on end? Bet on it... and what would you bet on it, by the way?
You want to drive me to a reaction?
I would die in torture before throwing out a fraction of the bile you did yesterday in the name of loving him, but I'm not you.
And you sure as fuck ain't me, Sugar.
Cry over that. Its all you'll get.