For now is the time to look into the empty shell of my sole.
As the love that I give is discarded by thous to whom I feel for.
As my love grows the one who I love just sits there laughing,
at my pain enjoying to see my suffering,
Tear out my heart if it gives you plusher stomp it beneath,
your feet give a laugh of your sadistic hatred.
My pain gives you so-much plusher now I hope your proud,
proud to know that you can destroy a man with your evil touch.
My love live free at my expense though calmer will get you,
squashing all the feeling that you may find there deep in,
your heart of ice and all that is bitter.
Please tell me what you think
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Ricky, You are looking at it all wrong. Think about all the people who do love you cause those who don't are mindless idiots. k
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SORRY
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