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You, a monster, you're not really human. People feel compassion- Do you even know what that is? Is it just another thing you think doesn't exist? You walk, you talk, you laugh, you smile, but I know what's behind your eyes. When you take from this world another part of me dies. I hate you with every bone in my body, every part of my soul. Life is not a toy to be taken and tossed- My life, his life, her life, gone. Left a shell, a broken vessel abandoned for the carrion crows. But now I see standing is this mirror hating the monster for what it did. While knowing when my angel died, The monster was laughing deep inside. Hesitantly I pick up the knife For the the angel’s sake I will take its life.
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Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 1:31 PM UTC
From My Brokenness
You, a monster, you're not really human. People feel compassion- Do you even know what that is? Is it just another thing you think doesn't exist? You walk, you talk, you laugh, you smile, but I know what's behind your eyes. When you take from this world another part of me dies. I hate you with every bone in my body, every part of my soul. Life is not a toy to be taken and tossed- My life, his life, her life, gone. Left a shell, a broken vessel abandoned for the carrion crows. But now I see standing is this mirror hating the monster for what it did. While knowing when my angel died, The monster was laughing deep inside. Hesitantly I pick up the knife For the the angel’s sake I will take its life.
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Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 1:31 PM UTC
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