A cause of misfortune
brain is poisoned
of all the left handed things you could tell me
you never lead me the right way
you let me feel
and all I do is feel
feel
feel
feel
And for once I don't
You crawl down my back
And you attack
Fuck
Get off of me
never will I
Understand
Why the fuck
The fuck
You keep coming back
I never liked you
I despise you
I pity you
Everything you do
~vendetta 🕸
About the Creator
shari 💛
>;17
>; Jamaican
>;I really don’t know what I’m doing
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