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My buddy Donald was in Buenos Aires, Argentina, when he insulted an 8-year old boy for smelling of rotten fish and cat piss. The locals ran to him and hit him with their hammers until he died.
Your words can do harm, to both yourself and others! Consider them carefully!
But I'm not like him. I ain't no summer child who cries at the melting of snow. No. I'm real tough. I'm real mean. I deal with real business. When I see that comment tremble its way onto my profile, I don't flinch. I don't cry. Not even a little bit. I just smirk. Because I know the rat bastard who wrote that comment. He's in SA, Texas. He's the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ worst.
I know he pissed himself in 7th grade. I know he picks out uneven colors when decorating his room. I know he regularly confuses west and east. I am so much more than him. I smirk. My hands dance across the keyboard as I write this poetry. I am so much more than him.
I win.