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you know what, fuck you.

you say you love me,

you want to fucking marry me.

go ahead, see how happy we both would be.

save your face.

i know it burning,

or maybe it's your nose that's growing.

spew out lies and accusations like a leaky faucet

drip

drip

drip

down to the plumbing

that's where your heading,

go ahead, fuck me over

and over

i know that's what you want

does it matter what my heart needs?

use me, again and again,

i've become good for that

that comfort, that way of life.

love me

love me

and you did and look what it did to you.

you point your dirty finger at me,

say i made you this way

i molded you out of clay

no time to delay

because i fucking made you this way

BUT HOW?

i cared, i only wanted you to follow by example

but you could not see past your cube-of-a-world.

don't step out,

you might get burned.

fucking grow up!

don't pull the shit that you can justify with lies.

your friends are the cause

my guardians made me

my loyal companion slept with me and told me lies about you.

ok, i have my mind on you now

you better pucker up

don't wear that skirt, it makes me look too scene.

you ARE scene,

you and all your little fashion-core friends

they say i'm pleasent to the eyes,

they'd fuck me over like you.

your eyes are wide shut, baby,

like your fucking head.

sit down, if your reading, and think on this:

heart and soul and work and play

i sank into you

SANK

sank

sank

sucked into the whirlpool of words

we both had no ropes of guidence

no boats of resuce.

fuck

where does that lead us now?

i'm about to let you go.

because...

i don't care

i don't revolve around you

i shouldn't be mad

i can't talk to him

i can't confide in her

it's all about fucking your mind for me.

you can have it.

i'm done, i'll look at you when you grow up.

silence.

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like i said, i don't normally curse.