A new voice worth following.
Oh honey, how that my body can’t take any more loathing for you to presume they’re at fault for all those disgrace that is to befell on you!
How long will you pretend not to notice every cell in your half deceased body beseeching for consideration?
It might sound loutish, but I’ve grown irate and restive to your self inviting misery and wretchedness.
You might carve up your collected misfortunes and wear it like a badge on your frayed garb.
But when you sullenly dwell in that self erected hell, bait not with me with that imposed warp.
Oh darling, do I need to instruct you twice to go pick up your guise from that devil sick of indulgence?
And sweetheart, you needn’t at once oil your train of thoughts, to boldly pass a blow to their truth corrupted faces when they arrive with that lame old lie.
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