RvB Poetry~Back to Square One. The Scary Square.You lied to me. Woopdee-fuckin'-doo. All they ever do is just stand there and talk. You killed Church you team killing fucktard! That's all they do. That's all they ever do. There's no U in team either, so if I'm not on the team, and you're not on the team, nobody's on the god damn team. The team sucks. I can't believe I died for this army. That was for science. Back to square one. The scary square. A close friend of mine ditched a bet/challenge we issued to each other for the third time that I can remember. And then he made this post about it talking about priorities. It's drama I don't need to go into, suffice to say, that shit pissed me the fuck off, but since he's a friend (tentatively not all that much of one), I decided I'd heavily code my anger, and that this would be the most entertaining way. Do enjoy. |
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Millie
