To wake up beautiful 2/8/99 I have woken up, To your love before. But now, I just have my Stuffed animals. With memories of love, Hate, and anger, I drempt of you. Holding and saying those ugly words, “I love you” I hate you, is what now is beautifully Projected from your mouth. Sweet black bloody mouthfuls of, Repulsion. I won’t destruct from your repulsion, But from my own loathing. I won’t self-destruct, I was made this way, To die for you, and your caramel taste.
Reason for writing:
a jaded relationship.
Birth sign: Cancer
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