Tuesday, 8 September 2015


What do you want from me? It's diabolical your scheme. Why do you conspire? Is it to chortle at my misery?  I'm sorry if I'm ignominious it's a habit to aggravate. Your resenting my presence, but why do you lie? It's your betrayal, I'm frustrated at you, but then why am I concealed by serenity. Why is it a dilemma this voyage, this futuristic excursion? Is it a criticism you speak? A cursed sentence? Your aerial, so far away, we can't be together but why then do I love you? I'm decrepit, lost, I'll die soon, just sit me in a bed and death will take me. I'll give you my affluence, everything, I just want you to be happy. I love you. I love you. I love you...

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