You are endearing. You are who I admire. Then the song warps the dance and I have, all I wish to have flips into something vile. You disappoint me. You sicken me. The carnations and camellia fall to the floor when the looking glass shatters. I am throwing things, tearing your possessions in rage that even I fail to understand. The screams of stop and darling do nothing to hinder my actions. I fact they seem to be renewed. You vile person. You lying vile person. You catch my eye for the second time.
This was written a long time ago...and I have no idea--nor desire to know what I was thinking. And I do not know if I should be proud of the words or if I should be furious. That makes me feel odd.
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A view through the rain covered window that is my mind. It may be a twisted view.
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