Bone

I see right through you and see nothing more than a tool. Congrats, you could have been so much more but you're just like any other dick with a 4.0

Death Wish

I haven't wrote a poem for my piece-of-shit ex in awhile, and he recently had a birthday, so just in case he thought I'd stopped preying (yes preying) for his death, I HAVEN'T. I'm like that vampire slayer in John Carpenters film, "DIE DIE DIE" *stabs you where your heart should be*

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