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schoomschoom:

How did your brain come up with that? Which two neuro-chemicals in your brain suddenly commit incest to conceive that sin of a thought? 

Which part of your fking heart pumped enough blood to muster enough courage and ignorance to FEEL it was alright to say that shit?

When did your tongue accustom itself with such filth? Do you know your words roll off your tongue recklessly like snowballs? In your case, shitballs. Shitballs that gain speed, momentum, guilt, emotion, and prejudices. Do you know that these words lack control? They lack discipline; therefore, they spiral downwards into the process of procession. They leave imprints in the landscape I call impression. They continue to roll until stopped, having caught itself on something immovable. Can you see the irreparable damage it has left behind its wake? Wake up. 

Do you think of what you say afterwards? Explain yourself.