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Friday, April 16, 2010 !@#$% 9:58 PM

This shouldn't be affecting me the way it is.
FML

But fuck, God damnit. The thing is, after all this time, even though I don't act like it, I still trusted you. I trusted your words. Well, some of them anyway. So thanks a lot for turning your back, and stabbing me a knife you sharpened with your strong, blazing and mighty heart. Thank you for making me realize that you aren't the person whom I used to look up to, the person whom I respected. Right now, you don't even deserve the respect of an animal. You're too kind sometimes, too effing kind to provide me with lies, or your so called, true-to-heart "honesty". Fucking bullcrap you talking about man? If I really wanted to shit you, I would've done it ten fucken million years ago, while I was still filled with rage and aggression. Ya know, the thing that affects me most is not the main factor. It's the things that you say, things that I know. Maybe you don't realize it, but a corpse has more of a heart than you. That's why human's use frogs to dissect on. Because the human heart is far too hard to penetrate.

This is my piece. And I haven't been as pissed as this ever before.
You actually meant something.


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