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I hate everything you've become.
Everything they've made you.
With their slitted eyes and pointed tongues.
Whispering pretty little lies into your pretty little ears.
These wounds I've acquired won't seem to heal.
These scars accross my barely beating heart won't seem to fade.
All because of you and what you've become.
What they've made you.
A monster.
- Title: A poem of sorts.
- Artist: L1ND054UR
- Description: Just a poem I wrote after someone of great importance in my life had changed .
- Date: 07/21/2008
- Tags: change lost bleedinghearts
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Comments (3 Comments)
- ChibiMar1 - 07/21/2008
- Dang, after reading that I feel like killing that monster myself!
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- Y u n- kaii - 07/21/2008
- Wow, that's sad. =[ But deep as well.
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