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Shawn

The root of all that unnesessary emtpiness.- You, darling, have bent me. I've looked back to you through a thick sheet of glass for all these years. I didnt want it to hurt like it did. Will you have as many wives as they say? I dont care to ask if you still think of me. I wont care. Its time to let it out. I've written in anger to you, and in love, about orange fingernails and lie coated cocks. Let me tell you the truth. I'm still sick about it. And I dont want to be anymore. So maybe, if you could just disappear... We could work something out. Because the curse is leaking out and I dont want to be you. I curse you, and your lying cock, and why would you want that under your belt? No pun intended. So its over, Im pushing your ghost out. I dont want your bad energy anymore, Im not going to ignore it anymore. Your dead.

No One

What makes you think its okay- That your eyes are so closed- I've never said it twice out loud, but you know I think about it constantly. We have going on seven years under the belt. And now its back to break up in the wrong ways, with all the wrong words. A real royal f*ck around. I was there for you. You lost yourself and havent gotten back yet, but I've stayed. Let you lie your way into another crash. You got high with the greek shirted people, and I told you how to not feel so low again. I'm still here. Waiting for you to get over it, and pack back in the last five emotional years you missed. I'm still not mad. Just empty in my stomach. And I dont want to cry I just want to pout. Why would you say those things to me?