I could stir my Vodka with a fucking pen.
Write. Now...
Up your arse, Vinegar Cum. You're angry. At last.
Because it was Me who finally Ended it. Again. For fucking Good.
Dumbfuck. Who do think you are?
You hope I'll "Die Alone?"
My guess is that it'll be You who is the Sad-neurotic-hospital-fearing-arsehole who dies alone.
Like the Miserable Sad Fuck. That you are.
Not me.
Keep the Fuck out of My yard.
You scare me, Cunt.
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