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Nov 2018
Walk with me in the garden of thorns,
For I am evil and you see my horns,
Two horns that builds my wickedness,
For I am evil with no consciousness.

Scream let me hear you plea,
For your calling sounds so glee,
Scream for me for I don't feel contented,
Come and touch me but you’ll get rejected.

Look into my eyes and feel the torment,
For you’re a fraud and you deserve judgment,
I was fragile and yet you lied,
Now, I am insensitive and my feelings died.

Kneel down and beg for my forgiveness,
For your weeping brings huge happiness,
Reason out, but I don't feel satisfied,
I am your Angel but I don't feel glorified.

You're my greatest treasure,
However, your presence was my great pressure,
Remember me when I was a fool,
When you played with my emotions and you made me your tool.

I was your puppet and you had fun,
Your game was so hard that I took the gun,
I'm your Juliet your greatest toy,
You're my Romeo but your not a boy.

Ask me where is my conscience?
I buried it for my action does not require prudence,
Ask me why I turn out to be a killer?
For you’re a fraud and your soul is on my master’s dealer.

Now, you're telling me that you never cheated,
And you’re so loyal for we are connected,
For you love me, and we are destined to be,
Who are you fooling the buzzing bee?

I learned a lot from a decisive player,
Don't get fooled and close your door,
For her scent is lovely but with a hideous odor,
Don't get fooled by her red dress for black is her true color.
Kate
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Kate  19/F
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