

I hate youI hate you... my sinful friend. Your freezing touch on my shaking skin. And my tongue will tear with anger, as a wild flower's petals are picked for romantic questions.I hate you
I hate you.... and with this you leave me to be a cold dark silhouette staring from behind. Watching the scene of perfect mutiny.
I hate this... this obscure act of trifled kindness. Am I the only one to see this monstrosity? These horror pleasures hidden behind your smile. Your beautiful. Your ugly... I hate you.
| I'm usually quiet on first meetings. That's what they all say... |
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"Vengeance is a lazy form of grief." - The Interpreter
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