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being alive,
was never really an option for you.
constant sorrow and distrust
malice and artificial feelings,
is where you hide so perfectly.

Tenderly tucked
beneath your eight lovers,
oblivous to the fact,
you arent loved.
mearly sought after.
like an award promised
to the most horrible champion conceivable.

your bones,
that body of lies,
its starting to embrace
those poisons that your rotten hands
let slip with a false vindication.

There are times,
my love.
my life.
it longs for you,
the parasite.
but then my eyes ease open,
and a lovely realization attacks my brain.
You were an escape,
a wonderful idea.
a train wreck.

With every ounce of me.
I hope you hurt,
My dream,
is that every day,
you scream inside.
that you lose your mind.
That someone,

Someone you can love..

crushes you.
heart and soul.

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The following comments are for "close to disgust"

Close to disgust, indeed. The venom of her actions can be felt through your words. I liked it even if I didn't truly like the style.

( Posted by: Siah [Member] On: June 30, 2006 )

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