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Phone Call

You called me today we have not spoken in years.

You called me today to ask when will i die why?

You say that god said it was my time?..

You know how fucked up you are or how crazy you sound for years I put up with you telling me god hates me the most. your mental you need help you suffer   from schizophrenia.

You have any idea what it was like being a small child and liveing with you and that asshole everyday of my life untill I was old enough to take flight?

You did anything and everything you wanted becuse you said god said its ok .

You never understood how fucked up I am becuse of it. You called me to ask when is my cancer comeing back.. what the fuck is wrong with you?

Will I dont fucking know maby you should ask god seeing how you he tells you everyting .

Anyway  here is an idea for you , you stupied slut. take the fucking bible and start reading it and at the same time take a fucking cross and shove it in your nasty pussy and fuck it till you bleed and i am sure that mother fucker you live with will surely love to see.

Hell he loves little kids so mabye he will get off on it.

Dont ever fucking call me agan you fucking mental slut.

You braught back years of mental and phycal abuse that I was hideing deep inside behind a locked door and now you opend up that door and now its going to take weeks to close it agan you stupied fucking bitch.

Thank you so much you fucking god loveing slut for your stupied and pointless phone call !!
Written by Tamaura_NightAngel
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