I hate you. I go on only out of sheer lust for bloody revenge. I’m not going to give up searching until I find you. I have a baseball bat with your name on it, because a bullet is too good for you. I’m going find you wherever you are, and I swear, I’m going to beat your fucking skull into a shapeless pulp. I just wish I could have been the one who killed you. You made my life a living hell, you self-righteous asshole, and you’re not going to get away with it just because you’re dead now.
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