One Thousand Three Hundred & Sixteen

Theme: You Witch

I hope you fall and break your neck. I also hope it takes you three long agonising days to die. In this time your swimming in your own piss and shit. I hope that dogs come along and feast on your rotting flesh.

You witch.

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