It's a hard task repairing all the damage you've done. I will not rest until I've removed every thorn you've jabbed in others sides. All those plastic compliments were answered with awkward stares and empty eyes. Parasites are just insects who don't know the meaning of sincierity.

You approach with whining to get your way. Little boy blue turned yellow. The true color of a coward that fits you like a glove. You were too weak to hold up a knife, let alone, stab me in the back. You spoke of compassion without knowing the definition. With every word I write I'll help this world forget your name.

"People say nice shit to your face and talk shit behind your back. Just because everyones afraid to say shit to your face. It's been written about ten thousand times. This is just my rendition."

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