9/16 I knew it wouldn’t be long until everyone was sick of your shit. Look around. Everyone has left. I left and all your other minions are dangling by only a thread. A thread you tied around their ankles as they hung upside down, hoping that the blood rushed slowly to their heads. No discomfort in that. They’ll be wishing that the blood were rushing to their ears, numbing your sound...
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