Last month you wanted the sun on a rainy day! Good God, I tried, it's impossible. Come on, what did you expect?!
I gave you billions and adored your very belly button lint!
And where did that leave you? In Siberia! Starving and clawing for more! I can't take it, you're hell!
How is he any different? He'll perish, just like I did the moment you touched me.
And wait, you're not hell, my life is hell. Thanks for drowning me in you diarrhea.
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