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So I hate you, you love it.
written by Genocide Reaper12:14 AM 10/17/04| Don't you love to run in circles and talk to yourself. Poetic genious with a synapse collapsed. you know the real you, they don't, just chill out, its nothing new about the same shit. Just paranoid, and lost inside a hexed void. Get to it the itch you can't reach, the wounds that don't congeal, the lives concealed, the love of a shit storm, good luck with the circles. Hey mut, chase your tail, then chase a tire, hope you get run over, because when you're in my life, it seems fucking sickening, dire, doused in dirt, self amused hurt. Tempting it is to use the trigger, bring this desire to life, turn the page until the meaning is visable, and clean. Closer to the memory of why I hate you, why we all should despise you, rip off, cheap skate, reaped fate. Yeah yeah, keep on babbleing about your buble gum loving girl friend, she could suck the chrome off a bumper, yeah I know from expirence, just before I cut her tongue out I dubbed her whore. Don't you miss the life you had taken for granted? could you care any less then me? Oh come on, you love the way I hate you, its your only attention you feed me my reason for hatred, and I'll suffocate you with it. |
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