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Nov 2013
You make me sick
How you casually smile.

               And I want to cut
It off the face of you and your twisted denial.

               You, selfish pig
You stole my world. Smashed it

            Into little bite-sized bits
For your sick and reckless fit.

           To be thrown into a fire
Is too good for you.

           And scorched alive
Like you did to me. To my entire view.
          
           Pain for life
Is all I had. But I bet you thought

           I would love that
Didn't you? And you thought

           You would get what you
Want, and get away too. Thought I'd get what I

           Deserve
Huh? Suppose that is to be expected from you,

            You selfish pig.
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