Hate, from B xxx

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The days are shortening and I don't think I can take it anymore. The iridescence of twilight is beating down on me like a lumberjack and his axe. I wish that axe wasn't metaphorical. I just want it to end, the end of this shitshow will be greatly appreciated by my weary head. For these 13 years I have dealt with rude, insolent, obnoxious twats and I hope they don't find me in the afterlife. May they rot in hell for all I care.
    
                                        lots of hate, from B       xxxAll Rights Reserved

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The days are shortening and I don't think I can take it anymore. The iridescence of twilight is beating down on me like a lumberjack and his axe. I wish that axe wasn't metaphorical. I just want it to end, the end of this shitshow will be greatly appreciated by my weary head. For these 13 years I have dealt with rude, insolent, obnoxious twats and I hope they don't find me in the afterlife. May they rot in hell for all I care.
    
                                        lots of hate, from B       xxx

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