If you don’t like my literature, why do you still read?
Especially when things are hard to chew and supposedly make your heart bleed?
Why do you still watch me, every day and night?
It’s been a decade – get over me, I don’t think your head is quite right
You sit and curse and you watch me still
You know I am sick and very ill
But you keep watching, I think you’re waiting
Just sitting back and anticipating
I wonder if she will die?
Well fuck off you dirty rotten fly!
Just thought I should add, this is to certain specific people who I personally knew once, not people who read this and don’t know me! Ha-ha
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