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you are the reason why i have no friends

oh my god why do you do this to me

i'm reading this in your little tiny american accent and breathing heavily at the very thought that my beautiful little girl would even dream of sneaking into my room to strangle me with the strings of a heart that coil around my throat. with each lasting breathing i take i know that i will softly murmur your name, press my fingers against the blood leaking from my neck and stroke them along your cheek. i will make sure you feel my heart beating against yours in a hot heated need for you to destroy every part of me and i will know that this is what true love feelings like. i will finally understand what it's like to have your utter hate and disgust inside of me like maggots that will slowly devour my insides as you leave me wasted and dead upon the bed surrounded by years-old poetry in paint of what use to be me...

i am going to sneak into your room at night and strangle you to death with a set of guitar strings, and spell out the title of that ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ song with your blood on your walls and ensure that that will be what is on your gravestone

Play the guitar, play it again, my Johnny
Maybe you're cold, but you're so warm inside
I was always a fool for my Johnny
For the one they call Johnny Guitar

Play it again, Johnny Guitar

Whether you go, whether you stay, I love you
What if you're cruel, you can be kind I know
There was never a man like my Johnny
Like the one they call Johnny Guitar