Your heart becomes devoured by animosity. The beasts tear out your capsule of love and bravery. They greedily steal all of your curiosity. And take away what's left of your divinity. They give you pleasure and pain, torture and ecstasy. But also use you and toss you out faintheartedly. They should come with a label that says No guarentee. try as you might, you still fall for them all hopelessly. They all tear at your heart, you're bleeding internally. They should come with a sign that states Warning:Jeapordy. You've met hundreds of them but not one has been kindly. They are twisted creatures, very stubborn and lowly. They abuse you and leave you with just the memories. For them being insensitive bastards comes naturally. They will be sweet, caring, and nice occasionally. But then they will rob all of your purity. On a scale of one to ten they get zero for quality. This isn't another nightmare-it's what's called reality. They tear down your defense and lower your stability. They invade your privacy and your territory. For them to be honest is just so unearthly. They should all just pack up and leave the vicinity. Oh there you go again, just thinking wishfully. Don't bow down to them, don't be their Xanthippe. They break more an more hearts yearly. I think I learned what they are in zoology. I think they're called men.
Reason for writing:
Because men suck.
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