There shouldn't be a need for me to write this
But somehow there is
This isn't anything for show, or for affect, or for applause
It's just a catharsis for me, and I need one right now
So it's back to you
Sole subject of this fucking prose
And maybe truth is hard to tell
Or maybe you're just using me
Be a man, talk to me
Don't hide away like a child
Don't put on your pretty mask and lead others on
With your poison honey
Are you insecure because you're cruel or is it the other way around
Has your ego finally pushed itself out your ears onto the pavement
And have you realized that your unhappiness is forcing you to the brink of misdirection? Are you satisfied or fulfilled or is a never-ending spiral?
I think you create the victims
I think you're lying to yourself so much you're beginning to tell truths
I think you can't handle what you've become
I don't think you realize how much you hurt those who love you
And no one chose to love you
And if it were a fucking switch, I would have turned it off a year ago
Stop judging everything you two faced sporadic drama queen
You may be crazy
But that's not an excuse













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shollow asshole
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Oh, I'd be friends with the sparrows and the boy who shoots the arrows...
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and i am most definitly not shallow
* more critique is welcome, bring it on whisper, you toothless stranger bastard, you
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Factum est illud, fieri infectum non potest.
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Good choice
b. as everyone is entitled to their oppinion, so am i, there fore, by your own logic, i can say wahtever i wans to matt
c. matt and i are friends (sorta) now, so you shove it
as our beloved president himself said. "bring it on"
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Oh, I'd be friends with the sparrows and the boy who shoots the arrows...
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