stop lying or else
if you keep misrepresenting your truth to me
you will create a badder habit of denying my truth-
this is a bad area.
I know my truth, why do you pretend it doesn’t exist, it
doesn’t matter, only thing matters are the lies you spread?
you make me become my truth.
get the point across.
I say, fuck with me and you will pay.
you say, who’s ascared of needful weeping harlot willow?
walk through life with my hands balled into fists.
even when supposed to be love-making, very desirable in every sense of the word, thanks, cunts.
I hate women.
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