dear you,
thank you for being fake. for taking friendship for granted. for fooling me to being friends when your only goal was to get something written on your resume. thank you for fooling me. for fooling us. for fooling yourself.
yes, your charisma did some good. may you get all the girls you want till you yourself be one. (aren' you one of us already?) but come on, is this the only thing you want in life? how shallow can your life be? i pity you. i pity you for not just fooling me but for fooling eveybofy else. you know what, i does bother me. how can you do it? how can you actualyl sleep at night? how can you just laugh your way, or perhaps dance your way just like your friend, of the problem when all the dagger looks just pass by you--and you avoid it like it was hell.
and you think your religious front can actually save you? using it as an excuse to live the way you are living? don't get me wrong, i have my own faith. but i know what i believe in and not lie what i try to show.
WE all know you are a good man.
aren't you scared that one day, all of those who you're hiding from will just haunt back at you? or maybe HUNT you for that matter.
step up before it is too late.
think about it. if your kids ( i wouldn't be surprissed if they are from different moms) ask you what did you do during your youth. what exactly will you say?
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