There you sit, at your brand new desk, with a smug look on your face, egomaniac that you are, I wonder if you realize, that one day, you will be paid back, justice demands it, vengeance seeks it. Others have sold their soul to you, weak minded fools, who revel in your imagined omnipotence, clueless to who you truly are, a man with no morals, scruples or values. I too was once in your grasp, hung on to every syllable, your voice caressing my ears, I trembled whenever your eyes met mine, shook when you touched my shoulder, skin tingled when you were near. But, then I woke-up, to a nightmare of your creation, struggled to retain what was left, of my integrity, self-worth, my soul. I persevered, finally, eyes now wide open, horror grips my heart, as I have discovered your awful secret, your heart is made of stone, your soul is empty your eyes are truly cold, there is ice in your veins, writing these words of truth, frighten me to the very core. Stay away from me, stay away from me, stay away from me.Birth sign: Taurus
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