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I'm sitting behind you wishing to claw out your eyes. I want to grab that horse tail you call hair and rip it out, one handful by one. You make me angry. More angry then anyone. I want to scratch your face along the curb and cut you. Rub your fat chipmunk cheek against the hot, rough sidewalk. I want to rip off your face. I'm secretly planning your demise. Now come, look me in the eyes, I want you to see my hate. Feel it even from where I sit. Feel the heat of hell that I bring to you. Don't you feel out of place. Don't you feel alone! Do I scare you? I hope I do. You should worry now...