You. Yes, you...
You think I'll respect you after you bring my self-confidence to bricks? After you try burning my individuality and dab, precisely to blow off my self esteem? Well, this ruthless, sickening cold attitude is what you get now. Blood is all you get. And now I'll be good to others in front of you. I'll try and kill your self esteem instead. I'll burn the power you show-off to me, so intrepidly.
You tottering narcissistic soul.
You tottering narcissistic soul.
You have no appreciation to the one who cared most about you; when you showed no awe, when you tried to kill her independence and her distinction, you probably knew it yourself, you devilish monster. You'll be a loser in the end. Nothing but a loser.
A sad, lonely loser.
A sad, lonely loser.
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