• hotmessconfessions101 24w

    Ex1

    You make my blood boil like a kettle left over the stove, bubbling inside my core in every little cove. I hate the thought of you existing privilege to breath. I want you to hurt the way you hurt me. Your thought disgusted the craters in my skull, I want you to be empty as as you left a hole. You took the reason I had to love. I want to you be punished for what you have done.
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