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  Man I loved being abused And I think you did too Kinda wish it wasn't over Please come back my four leaf clover Maybe it's no self respect My problem is that I easily forget You and I are the same in that And I think you also want to come back I think the abuse was love A traumatized version from above Neither of us could admit it So we kinda had to split it As Kanye says run away There's nothing left for us to say Except that u can always come back But remember we'll both be under attack


You leave the cinema with an alligator learning of presence.

Your life lie in his mind, his hands.

Undisturbed, the life you wished, vanishing without sight. 

Mother spoke you into a lonely frenzy.

Plea with the law of ineptitude, foresaw you guilty.

Your blast of plastic emotion frostbit the last of every souls perception.

Perfection was admitted as repentance.

Laughing off the sentence was believed to allow your individuality.

Plastered all throughout the tunnels of your choice was the image displaying all evil.

Breathtaking views of oily machines sent shivers up the spine you forced.

Reality played your vindictive thoughts.

You released the handle's lever.