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JosephThe utter hatred in my heart grows for him everydayIt's like a tumor, branching out profoundlyHe has a special place in my heartI will happily rip it off, with poisonous blood surrounding.His "love" was injected into a scarIt lasted long like an oakNo one could see it from afarBut the disappearance woke.Like salt water compared to clearIt was obvious how I was consumed by fearEvery flaw had been ripped of it's maskHis immature fantasies were always his task.He had no mother, no bitter love to raise himHow does not his mother know the hassle this has caused?The price was paid by me and others alikeWe are girls, women, PEOPLE, not "toys"My lips burn when he talks to meMy eyes melt as if his appearance were acidMy blood boils when he looks at meHe's dirty, sick, and a sadistic pig.My love goes to you: The futureMy ever growing hatred to you: Dearest JosephI will spit on your grave when it soon comesI will laugh when I watch you breathe your last breath...
Being bored is boringDreary heavy eyes set inStaring ahead into my future on the blank wallWaiting patiently for another lifeless dayWhen you focus on time he always stays but if you ignore him he leaves.The side effects have no effect on meThe feeling on my dizzy head could be mistaken...But of course the appearance and consequences are worth it to my fellow peersIt's only "cool" now for when i'm old i'll seem immatureIronic.
A short monolougeHello young chap, my name is Andy. You youth shall call me Professor Dr. Hoo-Ha Andy. I like to draw and sing, that means i'm highly respected throughout the campus. People think i'm a true artist but i think i'm an amateur. I'm inexperienced in many heights. When you write you gain experience and kudos, like many social net-working sites. The classroom has 350 seats as i counted a second before. You as a student have a right to pick your seat. Go on now and take notes and continue with all your studies. Shoo now, shoo. Have a nice day.
The Real VillainsI always try to run away but he always has a tight hold on my wristHe spins me around back to him in Latin fashionAt least that is what it seemsRather the second most reappearing guy in my life uses this brute forceHe seems to have a charm, but it's decrepit due to the fact it works only when hes hiddenHe knows his fate, knows the consequencesHe would look swell in the auroral orange jumpsuit__________________________________________________________________________________________The warm thick fluid feels betterA sensation i can barely controlA constant motion easily gets aridWhats a harmful pastime?Well in my eyesA twisted envy that's selfish and mercenaryThere yelling "you don't want this", "i never asked for this"Often garbed in white being escorted along a white hallwayWell i'm asking for it, but alas i can't, for God wanted different__________________________________________________________________________________________Taking up on old habitsThe curiosity cre