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I love to create and destroy and love and hate and answer and question. everything here is me. i am one of a kind.

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Note To A Dead Lover...

i missed you for a moment, even envied that boy, but i shortly realized that you are nothing of your old self and that my former love is dead. never to rise again. from the highest of highs to he lowest of lows.... or maybe the other way around? such a waste. such a loser. merely looking for the next fix. its disgusting how void of anything real and passionate youve become. youre plastic. youre fake. you are not worth the breath.... and yet i still give it to you... simple whore. simple minded fool. not structure, nothing of substance. you move quickly and rush into non-relationships and fresh lust...

no words can describe how i truly hate you

despise every ounce of your flesh

you are such a waste...


....why?


i miss her... you killed her....

you will never be her...

she is gone...

forever...





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