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How can you do this to me? TO ME! I open myself and... I can't stand you! I shut you out for a reason, Like a fool I let you crawl in, Like a despicable deplorable snake. You pierced me with horrid venom. You call it love, but we both know, You are only killing me. I hate your very being, but you are so alluring. Why is your evil so appetizing?! We had a past, that was before You had grown into an evil filth of a Humanly fleshy beast you are now. Our love was real yes, but real love... Isn't true love it's just a runner up at best. I nurtured you in our time of love. I gave you every ounce of my life until I nearly died of none. When you left me I shut you out. I kept you away from poisoning me. Like a fool I let you in this time, You made me feel so good, So happy, and then you killed me. You murdered me and all you say is That I didn't deserve it, sorry. You are a pitiful piece of work, I am ashamed that I thought you were anything more than a hypocritical snake, and murderer. A succubus of the worst caliber. And I was the fool. But in all this I still wish you well. I guess I'll always be that fool.
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Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 3:35 AM UTC
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How can you do this to me? TO ME! I open myself and... I can't stand you! I shut you out for a reason, Like a fool I let you crawl in, Like a despicable deplorable snake. You pierced me with horrid venom. You call it love, but we both know, You are only killing me. I hate your very being, but you are so alluring. Why is your evil so appetizing?! We had a past, that was before You had grown into an evil filth of a Humanly fleshy beast you are now. Our love was real yes, but real love... Isn't true love it's just a runner up at best. I nurtured you in our time of love. I gave you every ounce of my life until I nearly died of none. When you left me I shut you out. I kept you away from poisoning me. Like a fool I let you in this time, You made me feel so good, So happy, and then you killed me. You murdered me and all you say is That I didn't deserve it, sorry. You are a pitiful piece of work, I am ashamed that I thought you were anything more than a hypocritical snake, and murderer. A succubus of the worst caliber. And I was the fool. But in all this I still wish you well. I guess I'll always be that fool.
#love#anger#hate#confused#death#romance#shame#hypocrisy#hypocrite#whatislove
matthew-washington
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Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 3:35 AM UTC
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