We all have that one person in our lives.
The one who provides a constant itch.
They've wrecked innocence.
Stolen faith.
Destroyed the sense of safety and ease in your own skin.
And not content with those ruinations they trade in petty miseries
daily interfering with the simple joys in life.
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 8:10 PM UTC
We all have that one person in our lives.
The one who provides a constant itch.
They've wrecked innocence.
Stolen faith.
Destroyed the sense of safety and ease in your own skin.
And not content with those ruinations they trade in petty miseries
daily interfering with the simple joys in life.
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