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Humans are not Hobbies

by px

You find yourself so bored out of your mind, that it becomes amusing to drive others out of theirs Good girls will leave their heart at your doorstep and days later, you'll have the pieces scattered around your bedroom Your old drug of choice just doesn't seem to cut it any more, but manipulation has never felt more addicting. Make them say your name, make them tell you they love you Keep that memory alive when you stop returning their calls and when your words have cut deep enough, don't flinch when you see your mother cry for the first time and don't think twice when you know that you're the reason why Where did your feelings go? **You see how red your anger can be, but do you remember what shade remorse is?** You prey on the people that love you most and run them dry You feed off of their hope that maybe you'll change. But you don't entertain the thought of love anymore and you'll never see that people are not just another notch in your belt.
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Written by
px
Non-binary / Canadian
For You?
Written by
px
Non-binary / Canadian
Published
Sep 14, 2014
Time
2m
Notes

Heard something that provoked this thought.

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Tags
#love#sad#depression#alcohol#drugs#lust#maniuplation
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