Letters to a traitor

Dear Brain, duck you
Yes duck you to the very depths of hell. Duck you till you can’t see straight you ducking piece of child sized poop.
I should harm you with my fist. Shove you a wall and thinly slice your naughty bits.
You are a brain and thus, have no naughty bits. But if you did I would slice them.

Thank you for ruining my life while giving me life, you corrupted doo doo headed snake fart.

A mom whose child likes to pretend she can read and will occasionally look over her shoulder as she types.

Poop you brain.

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