Writings

fuck you....
that's it
that's all i got to say
over and over again
until you get it
until it stretches
through your veins
you don't deserve it any kinder
you wont get it from me
you had your only chance
and you pissed it up a tree
one old nasty lie
you took and turned anew
rehashed your old self
fully aware of where you spewed
i am sure i could not despise
who you chose to be
more than what i know
for who you were and who you chose to be

with me


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