When hands touch my face I push them away I had love for you But you through it away Hate is what you wrapped in a box Sent it to me When I opened it I discovered there was nothing left but insanity I lost my life to all of your needs I face the fact you live for your greed Love was only a mask you left on to pursade me from leaving Your true form comes out, fucking decieving The pain has now passed I fill my days with booze addicted fun I know that for eternity I will be with no one If I had belived in God he would go away No one to save me from this awful day Now I am dead what good luck Nobody cared for this pityful fuck
Reason for writing:
I just changed my e-mail it is still me
PICOMAN
Birth sign: Aries
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