lia.

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dedicated to l.d.

are you a fan of your own demise?

you talk in circles,
spit spit spewing fucking shit in our direction,
yap yap yapping like your words mean the world—
as if you didn't cry when i said the same to you.

you act like it's a major 'fuck you',
but jesus christ you must love swimming towards
the prime of your next expose thread,
lying down your user and all.

youre asking for us to attack,
and you know what? i'm not going to.
you aren't worth my fucking time—
all you are is pitiful.

your words mean nothing when all you do is talk.

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