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Nov 2016
Hatred in his empty, staring eyes,
Thinks he's tough,
'Cause he always objectifies.

Anger sits between his brows,
Self-inflicted,
Brainless hurting, no-one laughing now.

Pointless venom drips across his tongue,
Waiting, bitter,
Until he's sure his bite has stung.
Parsavagely Kompenere
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Parsavagely Kompenere  19/F/Yorkshire
(19/F/Yorkshire)   
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