Time to face the facts. You fail at life. An ultraviolent demise would suit you fine. A total clone devoid of its own thoughts. A soulless fabrication. A meaningless creation. You waste of life. You waste of space. You waste of everything. Make no mistake. You fucking fake. I enjoy your suffering. Selective memory. Forgetting who made who. You told so many lies that it's hard to keep it straight. You would be better off not lying to my face again. You would be better off if your life came to a
