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Thank you. The opinion is mutual. Here is a little more..
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So here this girl sits,
Eyes on the dirt at her knees,
And soaked with tears.
She laments silently without
But screams within,
Her steel-covered heart
Creaking in a sickening chorus
As it tries to mend the scars.
She opens it so easily,
Knowing the pain is inevitable,
But she takes it anyway.
She is the unfortunate doll of chance,
Anguish’s bitter whore.
She is all too optimistic,
Despite the pain thrust upon her,
Running her through with ten thousand daggers,
Turning her heart into a putrid, pathetic mush,
While she waits for the fairytale ending that will never come.
Delapidated..
Like teeth grating on dry bone, your voice scrapes my ears viciously, making me want to weep..
wanting to sink into the deep, foul bowel of agony.
Your thoughts spew from your twisted lips,
clouding my clear mind with a putrid black paste,
shrouding all I know in darkness, and making it the unknown.
Confusion births calamity in the dirtied trails of my mind where
thoughts push against thoughts and scream to be noticed as
they run about, veils over their eyes of choking, clogging sewage.
Seeping from the pores of befuddlement is my undoing, woven by
your spider-like words, thin legs working like light to enslave and
suck and drain and choke and strangle and mangle and leave to
decay..
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Sex is not the answer. Sex is the question. Yes is the answer.
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