here's a middle finger coming straight from oca-l-a . I appreciate your judgement, it's proved that I can't trust a word you say. those must be some pair of binoculars that you see every move I make. so I'll never be a liar but you'll always be two-faced. you'll get what's coming to you. you're blinded by your instincts. I'm not your fucking game, I'm not so easily beat.
I'm looking down at this mess that you've made and I can't believe that I stayed so unhappy for so long. where did I go wrong? I've got to get out of this. my hand is on the handle. we're leaving everything behind. goodbye for a lifetime.
I'll rip that scandalous bitch in two. we'll bring the noise. try to pretend that I never even knew your name 'cause everything you are disgusts me (too bad I can't turn back time). so I wouldn't be here, what I'd give for you to disappear. so tell me, how's your edge?
you've got nothing better to do. I know why you can't see straight. I thought you were better than this, but you're just like everyone else.
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