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The Equivocator-

With the intent to decieve.

Making me so nieve

that I actually believed

that you loved me.

Dear Equivocator-

I hate you so.

But I didn't know

how to say no

when you'd fuck me.

The grand equivocator-

always quick to judge.

Always holding a grudge

and I know he wont budge

when i tell him i love him.

Fucking asshole Equivocator-

I never want to see you.

I never want to trust you

or ever want to smell you

ever ever again.

You know it means alot when I think you smell like shit.

Even when you say I lie, it's way too hard to admit.

I'm done, I'm gone, forget my name like Carrie and Big.

But don't try to come get me in Paris like he did.

You'll never know about the basement and

you'll never know about my broken fingers.

Or my bloody throat, or the needles in a brown bag.

The money, the money, all the endless money.

This is all I ever had.

I love you, I hate you, I wanted your ring.

But now, filled with sorrow, I think I'll just sing

Just like I always did in my windowsill.