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I am putrid in all forms Layers of disgust and angst, I back out on any occasion; and yet, I feel enjoyment behind the vex Nevertheless, it is natural to blame the suspect, While I blame the victim, whose sin is odious The foul causalities, abnormalities, Are part of a play by the master of puppets, We dance around in the shadow they cast, It was nice until it lasted, until love evaded, I became apathetic and prone, Until I became rotten, behind the phone.
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May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 5:16 AM UTC
rotten
I am putrid in all forms Layers of disgust and angst, I back out on any occasion; and yet, I feel enjoyment behind the vex Nevertheless, it is natural to blame the suspect, While I blame the victim, whose sin is odious The foul causalities, abnormalities, Are part of a play by the master of puppets, We dance around in the shadow they cast, It was nice until it lasted, until love evaded, I became apathetic and prone, Until I became rotten, behind the phone.
Should I care for you, now that you're heartless? I always thought we could be friends. Where did this go wrong?
#envy#life#love#sin#rotten
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luq
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May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 5:16 AM UTC
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