You're the despicable,selfish,green worm, that burrows its way into my lucious red apple, tasting the sweetness that I produce, but only taking a little portion, a small sample, and leaving the rest of me to rot and decay slowly, for no one wants to choose the decomposed one, when the other fruit sits fresh and untouched, upon the market shelf, with the sale thats just begun, you tortured me, then left me deprived of opportunity, As you moved on to another, gnawing a hole in her, until you devoured and took her sweetness for granted, and just like me she became wretched and bitter.Birth sign: Virgo
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