Foul Leave me, witty creature Leave me here to die I'd rather rot forever Than stand the torment of your lies Your ratty, foul interior Makes the daisies wilt You think only of the blade, When we'd die without the hilt Your eyes, they make me suffer They're the deepest shade of black And even those upon the rougher Hope your vain is just an act #hate #selfish #unwanted
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