Jäz

What a bliss. If it's my fault, I will give you my regrets. but since it's not, I have nothing to be regretful about. Though, there was a fault, and it was your. And because of it, I am in a imagination of grief. It was supposed to be cheerful. It was supposed to be fun. It would of been... If you hadn't put your shit out, like you usually do. Hater..

I ain't putting up with your shit no more, srously I won't, no more, no more
Tired of your shiet
I'm fuckin tired of YOU

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