I prey for serenity but it always seems to pass me by. Relentlessly I try to tranquilize this feeling of hatred. Though my feelings for you are still strong, I only have the bitter sweet taste of animosity on my tounge. The venom in my veins is like bile. Rejected and easy to defile. Your face still haunts my dreams and when Im awake I can still hear your screams. I live in your head while the rest of you is dead. My life has no meaning for it is you that has taken the beating. Scars on your chest make you feel best. I am the one that put them there one your legs arms and chest. For you see, I am you and you are me.
thank god pay day is around the corner
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