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  You're an evil bastard. You're an unhealthy individual, not without a purpose, but a purpose to take someone's purpose away. Go ahead..die..maybe then I'll be able to feel you again. you're a myjestic, sinfully luring ballad that was present, yet quiet, in my most peaceful dreams.. You're the infected particals I breath in as I lie in a field of wildflowers. Oh, how they mold to my figure..they wrap me up, as the wind caresses me, I feel beautiful.. As my lungs are filled with their dry lifeless dust. It's unseen, because you're distracted by the beautiful wildflowers...Who takes their love to a field of flowers to admire the dust?

     How dare you ruin such beauty..how dare you make such a moment of peace so painful! Have you no heart? Do you not have a soul? ...Who do you admire?..In what things do you believe?

   You are an invidious, bloodshedding, horror who feeds off of innocence, and someone elses strength.. you find it, you devour it. You lie like I breathe. I love you..Thinking about you makes it hard to breathe because I can't see you, I can't hear you, and I can't touch you. I hate you. You are disgusting. You are a hidious disease.

    I'm sorry, my dear. My heart and my mind must be feuding again..Shh. I need you