Whinnery
Good Fucking Riddance!
You Made My Life A Hell For Thirteen Years.
All The While Claiming Piousness.
You Are An Evil, Cruel Human Being.
There Is Truly No Smidgeon Of Good In You.
I Loathe You Immensely-
But Now You Can’t Hurt Anyone Anymore.
Mama Screamed, “THERE IS A GOD!"
Just Like The Character Parody Of Wrong You Did.
You Are Gone; Praise The LORD!
We All Hate Your Guts.
So Good Fucking Riddance!
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