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Spiteful me

By Neurosine

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

Letting go of your paranoid schitzophrenia, your dark manic depression, the way that you see, everyone, even me, as your enemy. You're a fucking wreck, an emotion in check, waiting for the passing lies, to escape you, but they'll never stop passing you by, you'll tell lie after lie after lie, and they'll always, always chase you. While life passes you by. I hate you. I hate when you lie. Written February 7th, 2002 © on Feb 07 2002 09:55 AM PST, Neurosine    0 • 1

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