Obviously there isn’t much I need to say.
You know what you have done, and only you know the full truth about what you have done. I hope you live everyday as though you never did this, but deep in your mind it better burn and churn and rot you into the darkest of nightmares and reaches of your subconscious to the extent that you wake up screaming in the night. When those who are around you ask what is wrong, you must continue to lie, not just about that, but you know about everything you have ever said.
Your tongue is made of knives, and your skin is like a snake’s.
the thing is. I know you know all of this already, I just wish you would or could be punished for it.
Maybe you’ll destroy yourself you psychotic piece of ****.
Your last love.