You don't exist,
And its no an exaggeration, as your very identity was a farce from the first 'hello.'
I should have noticed how my love poured down your lips,
But never reached your tongue.
Demons don't eat.
Please tell me what you think
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I like the psychology you're using. I'm feeling like you want someone but can't get him. Am I completely off or what's the message in this?
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I actually don't remember writing this, lol. But I believe that's sort of what was going on. The siltation was basically that I wanted him...until I found out he'd lied about everything he was. This was awhile ago, but something reminded me of him, which made me a bit sick, and spurred this poem.
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