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Jun 2016
I hate myself I do, or at least
I've convinced myself I do
Will I repeat it, I don't know
But sure as hell know I can
What started as a couple drinks
Turned into a real big thing
Its just a fling I thought
Nothing more no big deal
I hate myself I do
What a big lie I'm such a fool
I'm nothing but your tool
But still I  let you use me
like I am your stool
Whenever you weary
quench your lust with me
This is not a poem
Merely just a confession
The guilt in me is piling
But how can I resist your touch
Your fragrance is compelling
No you put a spell on me
I don't mean to blame,
Why I have you both here
I just want to be heard
And if possible
continue as is was
I know it is a bit selfish
Disgusting as you might think
But the best is the best
How could it be
compared with the rest
I'm sorry
I slept with your mother
Written by
Nyasha Chibi  Zimbabwe
(Zimbabwe)   
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