Friday, July 16, 2010

Dear you.

You make me sick.
I hope nothing ever works out for you
and Kharma kicks your ass every which way.
Everything you do digs under my skin
maybe this was my fault
but you couldn't commit in the first place.
I'm happy, and girl, I hope you feel like shit every damn day when you wake up
and cry yourself to sleep at night.
I hope you fail at everything
and curse all your loved ones.

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