Been feeling like a zombie
That fucking idiot ! no intelligence to even save him from the greed within. A pile of rocks for brains with no disgrace on his face. You don’t know shit! In fact you are shit, you grace yourself into thinking your the master dick. That’s okay think your the shit at the end of the day, I’m taking the trash away get closed on like a gay three way. Fuck face pussy ass bitch I wanna split your face. Why are you crying? Is the heat making you feel the pain? Good! I’m glad to be your personal devil. My focus is gladly to make your bones tremble at the end of the day the Gods assemble. Looking at me You can feel the rage in your temples, like sharks swimming in your brain like a sharp pencil. I got you in my sniper reticle ready to fire in a diagonal angle. Loser piece of shit hick you smell like Zimmerman”s testicles. I’m popping you like a pimple so watch the hollow points go through your eye pupil when your life ends it ends there is no sequel. Over time your family will disown you and forget about who you are and make you realize who owned you. So take my words like spoon food. Realize your nothing when no one listens to your huffing and puffing, you didn’t think you were hurting anyone with your lying disguising your true colors hiding away like a gay guy reminiscing on his outing day. I’ll end this by giving you the finger then flipping it down like a switchblade. Your not minute made your a bitch
Crazy story I told that wasn’t mine lol no editing obviously things are misspelled and needs tweeks
Thats shit is crazy that shit is bonkers you make me wanna slap a bitxh with a pillowcase in yonkers. Shes like jay z a ban wagoner willing to tag along on gangbang video not understanding what shes bound to. Its so sad that she has to wake up glad to see her son with a needle in his hand. She so fucking high thinking its juat in her mind. The reprocuasions of her sins are in the light. Confused she refuses to look in the mirrior because what she will see is the product of a sinner. The memories begin to flow while the juices in the air begin to grow. She begins to lose her soul onthe road shes chose to only to find its just been her all along. Your a mistake is what her mother told her and that explains why shes not made to be a mother. Her father left her so she knows no love. The product of fornication and no elope. Ita insane the things she endured it was a road paved in hell feeling like shes got closterphobia locked in a cell. Its misery without company in prison full of agony. This Feeling of anger lingers in her balcony. The rope is left to tie. All ahe needs is a chair and a guy. Ahes done with waiting on a spy she-ll jump off the roof with no disguise. She wants an auidience so before she jumps off she puts on her best outfit. She splits her intenstence so her father can get a wiff of her. The way his cousin put his finger up her pussy hole. Dead meat on the ground while the blame is so profound. The guilt begins to shatter in the air like a sharp knife with a rough end it cut that bitches hair. She wants them to see her to feel her bc they are why shes in that maze. Disgrace in her face as she notices her own pain. Its a cycle ahe cant brake only god and his love can repair that broken vase. It was meant to be cared for it was meant to be held and her footsteps were suppose to lead to hell. Her mind begins to change ahe wonders if she can have a second chance instead of hell. Her tears begin to drop and sight begins to clear because she felt that warm feeling you
get when someones near. It smacked her face like a cold winter breeze refreshing her with air. She forgave her parents fucks ups so that now she can repair. All the blame wasnt theres they were hers too. That helped her to get to step two. The stories just begun it was the begin of a women who i used to call my mom.