Bite Me

December 4, 2013

Bite me,

you stupid son of a bitch,

how could you do this,

how could you bring me back,

how can you question me,

how can you shove me full of medication,

how can you search me for cuts,

how can you check my weight,

how dare you touch me.

Back the fuck up,

before I bite YOU

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