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Jun 2018
I look you deep into your eyes.
Why am i not able to see passed this new disguise?

All you are is a horrible monstrous fake.
What else more will you be able to take?

With your personality that’s is ever so brutally cold,
I will make sure that in your future you will never ever be extolled.

I know for a fact that you’re disgusting from within,
But now it’s getting harder to tell just by looking at your lovely skin.

Oh, soon I will physically not be able to endure this excruciating pain,
I realise now that you’ll only be satisfied when I have finally been slain.

I might as well send myself off while giving you my best wishes,
Because at sunset it’s destined that I will be sleeping with the fishes.
Gray
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