I hear your feelings, I will carry them better in the future. This will haunt me: This portrait of a person so engrossed In her own tiny mind, she cannot see, Or give, or honor love, or be a friend; Deserving of a gruesome chainsaw end; Epitome of Evil, selfish harridan.
It is not true: I worship you. And I use brooms to sweep my rooms.
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better in the future. This will haunt me:
This portrait of a person so engrossed
In her own tiny mind, she cannot see,
Or give, or honor love, or be a friend;
Deserving of a gruesome chainsaw end;
Epitome of Evil, selfish harridan.
It is not true: I worship you.
And I use brooms to sweep my rooms.
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