you're a mess,
you're an idiot more than less,
with impeccable skills of double crossing,
and laughing at all others' loss,
look at yourself,
with almost perfect health,
going and trashing the ones who are dying,
i think your good girl image is cracking,
you are probably reading this,
wondering what is amiss,
it is you,
with all the pathetic things you do,
look at this!
and the 'friend' you'll not miss,
it was over before it begin,
there goes your master plan,
remember that joke we had about the plaster man,
maybe he'll give you a plaster hand,
i liked how you commented on how i talked about someone,
now try to comment on this and have your fun.
you are pathetic,
i am pretty sure that evilness runs through genetics,
nice pool,
nice long list of people who think you're actually cool,
nice life,
yet you act all out with some blade or knife,
in case you haven't noticed you suck,
hope next year you'll have better luck,
at reeling in innocent ones,
and not one that has fire loaded into their guns.
goodbye.
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