[25 Nov 2005|07:36pm] [ mood | contemplative ] the thought of you burning in hell suites me very well the look and the smell so many dead liars all caught on fire after there lives expired did you think you were a con artist? always pretending to be the smartest running around like a retart never could show your heart. these days made me realize no-one is who they seem, or want to be. always thought everyone was trying to hurt me. right dad? thanks for all the times we had. thats a joke you don't get it of course you dont you never listened, well thanks for all the fucking visits. i like to think you made me strong. but adam makes me think i'm always wrong. can't help anyone but yourself? don't worry i'm no-one else. if you can't trust the man who gave your birth. you can't trust anyone on earth. you always were the biggest fake, couldn't live up to any mistakes. I wish things were really hard for you so we could relate, every mistake i made i suffered and i pay'd. Always had to take the blame always took so much pain. I wish you could know what it feels like. this is the last letter i'm writing to you you tought me well i hope when i put this on your tombstone you recieve it in hell i hate people like you because we remind me of everything you used to do 1 comment|post comment

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